Something plagues my thoughts while sleeping,
Only whispers, nothing more
Something dangerous slowly creeping;
Has made it though my bedroom door.

Here I lay, trembling, cautious,
As the clock strikes half past 4,
Feeling further sick and nauseous,
As something corrupts the early morn.

Something plauges my thoughts while sleeping,
Only whispers, nothing more.
Something has come, mutely creeping,
Bringing thoughts I never had before.