Phantasmagoria

I was living on my own
I was scared out of my skin
I looked into your eyes
My nightmares now begin.

I feel its presence - Icy fingers on my throat
I hear its eerie sounds - Unsettling my every thought
I try in vain to slumber, my reveries gripped by my terror
Something... Is very, very wrong here.

I hear your voice beckoning me to your rope
I smell your smell, & then I lose my every hope
I try to sleep without the fear of fear
Something... Is very, very wrong here.

I used to see your face along mirrors & walls
I used to hear your steps walking along my corridors
I try to shut my eyes, dreaming endless pain in sleep.
My only salvation the shock of waking up

Something is wrong here, something very very wrong
There is no dial tone apon my telephone
The door wont open, its probably only in my head
Thats what the last girl thought but now that girl is dead.

I was living on my own
I was scared out of my skin
I looked into your eyes
Your nightmares now begin.