Crouching on your bedpost
My how deep you sleep
Crawling on your covers
Not making a peep
Breathing down your spine
My eyes are deep and black
When you wake to see my face
There is no turning back
Once you feel I'm watching
You'll open up your eyes
I know you want to look at me
Your sheets are no disguise
Curiouser and curiouser
I see you stir unwise
But give in to curiosity
And you're in for a surprise
YOU ARE READING
Blood and Sanity
PoetryPoems from the darkest of minds. This collection of disturbing poems comes straight from the thoughts and experiences of our darkest nightmares themselves.
