In the middle of the night, Terrors wake me with a fright. As Incubus creeps, innocence ripped from sheets, Fighting to break free, Terror surrounds, Scream but nothing comes out. Breath unable to catch, running from demons, never able to rest. I detest, his face, grotesque. A demon of flesh, taking care to not disturb young victims. As they rest, he drinks in sin, eats away their light within. Mind unwell, So, he'll never see the damage done, nothing but a hallow shell, Under the Devil's spell, feeding a hunger that can't be quelled... More than a Night Of Terrors, it's my personal hell. | Quote by Ray N. Lawn