The hands of the clock slowly crawl
You pound away at your work reports
You look up at the blank wall
Faces form of all sorts
You blink it away, you are tired
You stand up, you must move
The door creaks open behind you
A being sneaks and slides in
Terror manifests from the beast
It penetrates your very soul
And upon your heart it feasts
Move!
Your feet our pinned with fear
As the creature draws near
It hisses and screams
A being from your worst dreams
You yell aloud, but produce no sound
Your heart runs as you stand still
The monster drags itself forward
A disgusting thing, its distorted
Move!
The hands of the beast slowly crawl
Up you paralyzed legs
You stare into its eyes
You only see the darkness of your own mind
You pound away at the beast
But your arms are bound
Its face takes the form of a hound
Its tongue reaches out
And plucks out your eyes
Move!
You snap awake in your own bed
To the kisses of your good dog