I wish I had that dark figure
Leaning over my bed
Claws on my shoulder
Words seeping into my head
I wish I had that demon
The one painted by the depressed
The one that whispers to them
That they'd be better dead
I wish I had that influence
Breathing heavily on my neck
Fingers tangled in the back of my hair
Swinging my head from mood to mood
I wish I had that phantom
Dripping down my spine
Sharp claws pushing into my back
To cozy up inside my chest
I wish I had that spawn of all the taunting
Sing songing behind my ear
Heavy, clamy breathe
All over my skin
I wish I had that monster
That would sneak out from under my bed
And read me stories all night long
Of things I'd rather forget
I wish I had that thing
That thing shown in all the drawings
That represents all the things wrong with your head
I wish I had one leaning over my bed
I wish that he himself would come
And draw a pentagon on the ground in front of me
Show me how to call him
And promise he was only a breathe away
