I see these lights, they stare at me.
Two red lights are all I see.
I have a dream, about a man.
With thorns on his head and through out his hand.
I'll walk away, not making a sound.
But he'll find me and pull me down.
I heard a voice from behind my head.
A laughing voice, "you'll die" it said.
I soon wake up with out a sight.
I look around, there's two red lights.
A figure of hate I see it all.
Was by my bed, went through the wall.
Still the eyes in the same damn place.
Two evil eyes without a face.
The night drifts by and morning came.
Tomorrow night will be the same.


Copyright ©2001 Joseph Michael Egan