When the Lights Go Out

Deep within the shadows, I slither out from under your bed. To feed upon your dreams as you sleep, Like a demon I wait for the slightest chance. The breath that crawls upon your neck, As your spine tingles from the whispers of my words. So shut your eyes and slowly count to three, To hide from the shadow that is your reality. So as you lay down to sleep, And when the lights go out, I will creep from the darkness in your closet. Because I am the dark reality of your life. The tears and moans from your screams at night. You hide me as the sun rises and the shadow fades. I lay awaiting underneath this mask of light. I will be awaiting for the lights go out. Michael Deas ME AGAINST MYSELF