Incubus

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Lying on my back in the dark,
Seeing things I shouldn’t see;
Trying for the life of me,
To close my eyes and get some sleep.
But every time I shut my eyes,
I see a demon in my mind;
I open them to my surprise,
And find out that my eyes don’t lie.
What does this evil want with me?
Why does it always haunt my sleep?
And what am I supposed to do,
When I see this devil ready for you?
Why can’t I just get some sleep?
I’m so ready to count some sheep.
But maybe the problem lies with me,
And if it is, what could it be?
Maybe someone is trying to speak,
And tell me that I need to see;
Something that’s in front of me,
That’s so close I wouldn’t believe.
For now, I haven’t got a clue.
I’ll let you know when I do.
But something deep inside of me,
Knows you know what it could be.