The harmful whispers
And ticklish whiskers
Of what crawls in my head
Are here to bother
Can't call for father
For he is lying in bed
Alone again
Without a friend
They left me here for dead
My bones, they creak
My thoughts, they speak
Before I go, they said
"No one cares
Of your nightmares
Or of the tears you've shed,
Alone you'll cry
Before you die"
From: The nightmares in your head
