You scream and thrash around
Hoping to wake, not a sound
You panic and pray it’s not real
So feverish you begin to feel
Static deafens your ears
Forced to face your fears
Some kind of dark vacuum limbo
A distant shadow begins to grow
Your conscience cripples your senses
Depleted body defenses
There’s no route in which to take
For the mind to come through unscathed
Drenched in a cold sweat
Reluctant to face the threat
Before succumbing to the dread
Of the malevolent fiend
Towering above your bed