Curled up in the corner in dead of the night.
Afraid of darkness and praying for light.
 
Eyes peer from the ceiling. Hands reach from the floor.
Hearts beat from the walls, and he stands at the door.
 
No chemical shields me. No masquerade hides.
The sweat of my body, the fear in my eyes.
 
He’s pounding and pounding and growing in strength.
He’s growing in hunger and looking for prey.
 
He whispers to call me from deep in my mind.
With lies and with luring each weakness he finds.
 
But I know what he wants yes, I know where it leads.
I’ve scars to remind me of all the past deeds.
 
But the door he can’t open and that’s why he calls.
So, I’m curled in the corner… afraid that I’ll fall.