The Dark Man

A dark shadow in the corner
Watch as it grows bigger
Now it's taking on a shape
The Dark Man has come again

He waits for me to crawl into bed
As soon as my head hits the pillow
There he is waiting for me to fall asleep
Then into my head he'll crawl and creep

No sweet dreams for me
The nightmares continue
"You're not good enough" he whispers
"You're nothing!" he screams

It's like nails on a chalkboard
As he throws more salt
Into the open wounds of my mind
Just when I thought they might finally heal

He comes again to continue the assault
My whole life he's been there
Waiting in the dark

Like a friend or lover whose greatest pleasure
Is to bring joy to your life

His greatest pleasure is to bring pain

He's sweet as a lover when he hurts you
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear
While you writhe and scream
As he peels the flesh from your bones