The night crawls through my window now,
And creeps along the floor,
I see it closing in on me,
And its darker than before.
Shadows creeping up my walls,
Slowly turning colder,
And ghosts are taking shapes and then,
Something taps my shoulder.
I turn around,
But nothings there,
Yet I smell it as it disappears.
Again my fears consuming me,
Leaving me wretched as can be.
Another night, another ghost,
The mocking whisper I terror most,
Something sneaking,
Something wrong,
I feel it in my guts so strong.
So bewitched, this darkness is,
To leave a brave man beg like this.
A night of Horror,
A night of fear,
When the ghost of past
Awaits me here..
