In the dripping darkness,
beneath an emotionless sky,
i awaken my inner selfishness,
simply to please my eye.

my fan blowing softly,
it purrs me to sleep,
i grip my pillow tightly,
and out the lurker creeps.

It colors my room evil,
Paints Nightmares on my Walls,
Its methods are primeval,
As its sinister whispers call.

An alchemist from the past,
it blends its potions well,
with powers unsurpassed,
it begins to cast a spell.

chants in devils tongue,
it breathes into the pitch,
leaving heros left unsung,
and praising the bewitched.

now all the spells are done,
the ceremonies complete,
tonight i'll come undone,
it's in for quite a treat.

it climbs into my bed,
snuggles up nice n' close,
in my dreams it begins to tread,
and then it strikes a pose.

like a plague it infests,
perverting every thought,
leaving no room for finesse,
my mind is overwrought.

i toss and turn in pulses,
waging war inside my mind,
fighting off my impulses,
to let myself unwind.

the lurker, it is there,
every single night,
waylaying in the air,
while waiting to incite.
 
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