3 A.M.

Lying in my bed
But I'm not sure
If I am really awake

Dark shapes around me
But I'm not sure
If I am really afraid

They are staring at me and approaching
So slowly that I lose my breathing

My heart pounds fast
And faster they fade away
It's not too late nor too early
Lost in time for a moment

Dark shapes around me
But I'm not sure
If I am really afraid

Confusion, illusion, despair
I search for my memories inside

All alone in my delusion
This madness pleases my devotion
Playing with my hands
Drawing shapes in the air

Conveyed to a shadow's world
Fearing but enjoying
Right back to the start
My mild presence half-mixed to their