Softly dwindles the soothing twilight,
Making way for the lonely, lupine night,
Darkness closes in, grimly shunning light,
And with the shadowy, severe, dark;
They come to make their mark,
They come with minds raving stark,
They come; they relentlessly come.
Their gleaming eyes pin me fast,
Their slobbering mouths new nightmares cast,
Their groping limbs prevent my spirit slipping past.
Their flashing teeth, their hot breath chill my spine,
Their incessant, vicious murmurs rift sense from my mind,
Their tempestuous tantrums leave me dying alive,
Still they come; they ruthlessly come.
Dawn comes and with it comes sweet respite,
But dawn soon mellows into day,
And day disfigures into night,
And at night, come what may,
With pounding stares and renewed, ferocious might
They come; they always come.