As I sit here, cold and lonely
Thinking, thinking, thinking only
Thinking's all I'm ever able
To muster up the en'rgy for

I start to feel a little tickling
The back of my neck is prickling
My head whips round, I stare freely
At my open bedroom door

All I see beyond is blackness
I assure myself, "It's madness,"
But still I feel it, feeling, feeling
Watching from the darkened hall

I turn my head and try ignoring
Still I feel it, it's imploring
For my attention, it's eyes are boring
Into the back of my skull

Something's there, the feeling's stronger
I can lie to me no longer
Something's watching, something, someone
Something watching like a shark

I can feel it, always watching
Never showing, never stopping
Watching, watching, watching, watching
Watching from beyond the dark

Suddenly I hear it's movement
This, for sure, is no improvement
There's no denying something's there
I hear it's breathing like a rasp

Fingers squirm in, long, thin, bony
Pale, they shine like abalone
Reaching out, they stretch towards me
I'm enfolded in their grasp

Coldness hits me, lungs turn icy
Fingers twine round me like ivy
My chest is crushed, spots spin round me
Darkness fills my core with ice

As I ebb in and out of waking
The thing I can't see is taking
Taking me away, away
I hear it murmur, "You'll do nicely."