On a quiet little night in a quaint little room
I feel a little frightened at the darkened loom
And in the distance I hear a screech that pierces the wall
From the vibrations the vases and pictures fall
Insane as I am I inspect the scream
For all I know she could have just had a bad dream
But nightmares don't sleep and the riches aren't enough
She can't be a human; her skin is too rough
I turn around to see what touched me on my arm
From the moment I see him I already feel harm
He bites down so suddenly and the pain transcends
Why do happy beginnings have terrible ends?