Sweetie Love

It's three in the morning, and again, I can't sleep
My mind plays tricks on me, hearing things creep
The shadows hide monsters; ferocious beasts
Sitting in the darkness; waiting for a chance to feast

Four knocks on my door, and my heart is tormented
Behind it, I’m sure, are things I’ve not yet repented
Just waiting, simply waiting, to fill up my room
With horrific memories ensuring my doom