Ghouls, Ghosts, and everything worse,
They dance inside my head without my say,
Without permission or leave,
They stay. And I am afraid.
Shades that are stress.
Monsters that are cancer.
Things That Creep are worries.
And Things That Crawl are fears.
They stay. And I am afraid.
Wake up in the dark.
Breathe...breathe...
Close my eyes and think not
Of what lurks in the darkness.
Let my saviors come.
Wake my brain and open my skull,
They chase the dark away.
They act as a Patronus,
Bringing light to me.
Let my saviors come.
They live inside my head, right here,
They spring to life, nothing to fear.
They curl by my sides and hold my hands,
Sleep at my feet and surround me.
My saviors are there.
Reach out and I can touch them,
Feel their skin and hair.
Of names they have many.
They are many, too.
Yet all fit on my little twin bed.
My saviors are there.
Time Lords, Gods, meek and mortal men.
Nine, Eleven, Loki, Sherlock, Scott, and Ten.
Actors, dreamers, kings, nothing better than,
David, Matt, Chrises, Tom, and Ben.
Silent we sleep.
My saviors and me.
