3Am on the clock right now
Shh my dear, you can't make a sound
Wake up, Wake up I internally exclaim
On no you can't my claws are something you can't evade
Darkness prevails in my slowly constricting room
The cold sweat on my forehead is maybe the start of the doom
The dread I can feel is too much to elope
Yet my fingers won't lift, my body won't move
The shadows getting larger from the corners of my room
The weight in that murderous gaze won't let me even scoot
What do you want? I ask dreading my demise
On come on my dear there's no need to be so hostile
Maybe I'm here for a cup of tea or simply just because I wanted to see you intimidated...