Sleep draws in the man who lies in bed alone
Sending him into a world of dreams that are all his own.
He goes back in time to his childhood
Remembering things of the past
Never really wondering what he would see as the image cleared at last.
His inner child slumbering tucked safely in his bed
Had yet to know that there was definitely a cause for dread.
A sound wakes the child and he hears footsteps down the hall
He feels the air leave his chest as shadows climb the walls.
He shuts his eyes a bit too tight and turns his back to the door
The fear overwhelms him and he knows he can't take much more.
The door creaks open and his breath suddenly stops
The space between them closes and he feels his heart start to drop.
The parent who should have been a protector is a fiend
There's no one left to stop it that would dare to intervene.
He only cries from one eye so they can't see him pout
He keeps silent through it all, not daring once to shout.
The parent leaves the young boy laying in his bed
The child quietly sobbing as he's left wishing he was dead.
Confusion, shock, and anger make him feel like he's insane
Like maybe this was his own way of dealing with this pain.
He tosses and he turns but he cannot get to sleep,
The only thing that he can do is sigh and moan and weep.
The man awakes with a gasp and jerks up from his bed,
Wondering about the dream still somewhat in his head.
Was it real or was it just his imagination?
Replaying something in his head that deserved contemplation.
He looks around the room, thinking something was wrong
As he wrestles with his conscience, trying to be strong.
Slowly his fear at long last begins to leave,
Leaving him to wonder what had happened on that eve.
As he lay himself back down to try and get some sleep,
He wondered what other things were hidden from his mind down in the deep.