Graveyard Dreams Poem by Ramona Thompson

A new Bon Ouija rewrite of Air Supply's Sweet Dreams



Night time is the time

I am most haunted by this fiend

Yes, even now I feel it

Cold and creeping near

I'm not looking forward to the night I will spend

Hiding away in the cruelest fear



How many dark times will I think about the evil things it seeks to do?

Always reaching out a corpse's hand

To steal what it wants

Like some wicked nightmare

Appearing out of the blue



Chorus



Close my eyes

Pray to escape

The terror of my graveyard dreams

Close my eyes

Pray to escape

The terror of my graveyard dreams



I think I hear it hiss as the minutes roll by

And I pray if push comes to shove

You will still get my letter

And understand why I never made it home

There's not much time left to tell you

Half the things I feel that I should

Only that I truly fear for you

And I'd save your mortal soul if I could



Chorus



Creeping cold chill

Something rises from the deep

I don't know

How long I can hold off this creep

Could I breathe my last moments

All alone



2020 Ramona Thompson/Bon Ouija