I hear your cries.
You shut me out.
I pick the lock.
You spin me about.

I see your dreams.
You break at the seams.
I hear your thoughts.
Your sleep demon wants.

I find your heart.
You seal it tight.
I pry it open.
Your heart's not right.

I pump the blood of inner blue.
You see it and wonder what to do.
I call out in the night.
You hear me, and do not take flight.

You dream the dreams of demons.
I cannot imagine.
You see the things of hell.
I hear stories I dare not tell.

You cry for my pain.
I cry for yours.
You cry for my heart.
I wonder where to start.

I speak my twisted words.
You speak yours of truth.
I speak my twisted mind.
You speak yours of youth.

For these things I love you.
For these things I am true.
For these things I'll do anything.
And for these things I have gifts of the same to bring.

Sleep tight, and dream our dreams of flowers.
Don't let the bed bugs bite, and keep them demons out of sight.
I'll sit in the dark and watch over you. Remember, I love you.