The Midnight Scene

Nightmares hide under the bed The pillow she sleeps on is stained red Mascara is running down from her eyes Sleepless torment, again she cries The taste of metal along her tongue Leaving the words and songs unsung But the melody is always there Left floating with her dreams in the air Reach up to grab and try to touch But it seems she wished for too much And the sounds ghosts are haunting the halls The phone rings, it’s a stranger who calls As to who she was and what she wants No one knows but her voice taunts Something inside that isn’t right A monster hiding in the closet at night Waiting to come out right on cue, Tell me, is something still scaring you?