
Twilight’s grip
In twilight’s grip, the fear takes hold Nightmarish silence, bitter and cold A shadow creeps where I can’t scream Caught in the grip of a waking dream Can’t move, can’t breathe, the silence bites Eyes wide open through ghostly nights Shadow fingers trace my breath Wrapped in whispers, close to death It lingers near but hides from sight Feeding on fear, it dances with night Heavy hands press on my chest Stealing the calm, denying rest Can’t move, can’t breathe, the silence bites Eyes wide open through ghostly nights Shadow fingers trace my breath Wrapped in whispers, close to death A flicker of dawn, and it starts to fade But it leaves behind the marks it made I wear the night upon my skin Praying it won’t come back again Can’t move, can’t breathe, the silence bites Eyes wide open through ghostly nights Shadow fingers trace my breath Wrapped in whispers, close to death

