black shapes, i see them all
disfigured, big, and small
there’s many types that i see at night
but i wish to see none at all

organic line work filled in black
dancing on the wall or on the window
slipping outside to blend with the sky
finally i can get some shut-eye

i wake up again and i’m immediately scared
the black shapes have grown into people with glares
they bark orders at me, my nostrils flare
i really wish i wasn’t here

i look for an exit
there’s none in sight
i hold onto my head and let out a scream of fright

they don’t go away and i’m here to stay
i’m simply waiting for the end of today