He's been haunting me since dusk,
Never left my window still,
I can see his shadow out of the corner of my eyes,
And I will try with all my might to push him off.

"Mr. Lake, will you please?" I ask with eyes full of sorrow
"Boy, you gotta try a little harder than that, cause I got tricks up my sleeve and they will break you down into pieces tonight."
Such a cruel grin he sports.

The night turns it's back on me,
He comes clambering through,
In his hand a box of hands with guns,
"Pick one."

I stare longingly into the guns,
Tempting, it is, but I got my path ***** on straight.
So I won't throw it away.

The night releases it's grip, patting me on the back.
I'm still wide awake,
Mr. Lake is asleep in the chair across from my bed.
Another night down and a million more to go.