There is something lurking in my room tonight.
Elongated fingers, gray skin so tight.
I asked that it leave my sight.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
Most times it comes out at night.
It pounces and drools and tries to bite.
I try to hide; I try to fight.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
From undercovers, I hear an open door.
Its talons so sharp as they scratch the floor.
I’m wanting peace, it’s ready for war.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
Now it scampers across my room.
Its staring red eyes, my soul to consume.
My sleep has evaded here in this tomb.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
When all is still, and I think it has gone.
My mind wonders from where it was drawn.
From heaven or hell, angel, or demon spawn.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
A frightful knock from under my bed.
This quiet I shared was solely mislead.
Wishing a dream or delusion in my head.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
I picture myself in a safer place.
Of streams of fish, of terrors erased.
Instead of this room so full of disgrace.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
Now it’s there climbing about my feet.
A chill in the air, our eyes they do meet.
Terror within, I want to retreat.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
I turn and hide away in trepidation.
Covering my head out of desperation.
Pain inside from the consternation.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
I feel it creep and with a leap.
It claws my flesh with a single sweep.
Bloody wounds, lacerations oblique.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
Now it dances by my head.
I wish to God that I were dead.
To my surprise the creature then fled.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
I open my eyes and with a scream,
My perception is that it’s “Just a dream.”
And maybe nothing is what it seems.
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
I feel my back and to my surprise,
Fearful questions of tonight arise.
Deep down I begin to fully surmise,
There is something lurking in my room tonight.
Here I sit, my eyes unable to divert,
Of bearing no wounds I must assert.
Yet for large tears in my shirt.
There was something lurking in my room tonight.