Bump In the Night
Paralyzing uncertainty
Of things we haven't seen
Shadows of unknown origins
That invade our very dreams
Sometimes, it's the sounds
That go bump in the night
It hijacks our minds
And fills our hearts with fright
Imaginations run wild
As we shiver and we shake
Our voice has betrayed us
Not a sound can we make
Our eyes closed so tightly
As we cover up our heads
In fear of the monsters
That live beneath our beds
Imaginary footsteps
Keep timing with our heart
As their beats intertwine
Like two lovers far apart
The things that's in our closets
Scare our minds the most
It's filled with all our nightmares
Our goblins and our ghosts
The shadows then start fading
As the sun begins to rise
The darkness now is gone
And we open up our eyes
The room is suddenly void
Of nighttime's wicked intrusion
This, that's held us hostage,
Was simply an illusion
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