They are coming...again

I gotta brain full of demons
haunting me down
I gotta heart full of sadness
trying to break free
my eyes weigh a tone
i shouldn't close them
for i know they will come
they creep from underneath my bed
craving to devour my flesh
still i think its all in my imaginations
but then can't explain the bruises i see
in the morning
they come from all coners of the wall
the ceiling too
with their long, elongated claws
they can notice if you are afraid
that way they terrorize you more
tonight there's a breeze outside
i sit still on my bed
waiting for them to arrive
i smile a bit
but fear grabs my heart
the ceiling shakes a bit
they are here
and I'm ready