In the dark, you come out to play,
Hidden in the shadows, you stay,
Squinting my eyes, trying to see,
Is my mind playing tricks on me?
In the dark, I tell you to stay away,
Hidden under my blankets as I lay,
Closing my eyes, refusing to see,
That you're physically here with me.
Slowly, you begin to crawl to my bed,
And I'm watching you in sheer dread,
Can't move, can't breathe, can't scream,
This feels like nothing but a bad dream.
In The DarkSleep paralysis.
By Angelina Highland