I feel like there’s something in the dark for me,
Waiting,
Lurking,
Searching for a victim.

I feel like there’s something in the dark I see,
Breathing,
Lurching,
Perching on bedposts.

There’s something in the dark I know,
I can feel its presence on the back of my neck.

There’s something in the dark for sure,
but I simply can’t come back to the light yet.