Whispers deep inside my head
Beckon gently from my bed,
“Won’t you sleep and let me see,
All you seek to hide from me?”

Shadows skitter ‘cross these walls,
Chattered chitters echo, call
Burrowed deep inside my soul,
Stick your hand inside the hole…

Stress, it turns into the moans
Of the dead outside my door,
Ripping hinges in my head
Asking me to come to bed….