Midnight Whispers

Every creak
Every slamming door
Every dish being thrown
Every whisper in the night
Every scratch against the walls
Makes you shiver on the inside
You’ve been here before
But not quite the same
You sleep no more
Shutting your eyes
Makes you see
What’s not really there
Everything will be alright
You tell yourself
Just to get by
But now you’re not so sure
As the sun goes down
And its patience grows thin
It’s hungry for blood
And it wants yours