Harvesting Dreams

I’m behind her eyes throughout the night, I’m playing with her dream. She doesn’t realise it’s me that knows, Shadows aren’t as they seem. I make her feel comfort, safe and secure, As snug as a bug in a rug. She doesn’t realise my smoke’s more than toxic, A dreamy sort of drug. With me in her mind she’s protected, guarded, From everything that is real. She thinks this is how sleep’s meant to be, A sleepy slaughtered kind of surreal. I’m the genuine authentic nightmare man, Stealing dreams from every night. I’m the guy that makes her sleep with nothing, Harvesting her dreams by candlelight.