Cold Bed Fear (I Am)
In the twilight’s hush, where shadows play,
I lie in stillness, my frozen array,
A touch so cruel, whispers draw near.
Bed of frost, where warmth can’t stay,
No comfort found in corners gray,
Illusions dance in webs of fear.
Beneath the moon’s soft silvery ray,
Embrace unkind in icy display,
No refuge here, no dry to tear.
Bed of fears that lead astray,
Where hope falters with each sway,
Unease tightens its grip severe.
Night unfolds its dark ballet,
Your mind ensnared in icy array,
Each breath a shiver-filled thread.
In beds where despair holds sway,
Darkness lurks without delay,
Peace a specter, lost and bled.
In the hush of midnight’s call,
Echoes linger, whispering pall,
A chilling touch upon your skin.
Dreams bound in shadow’s thrall,
In the silence, fears enthrall,
Trapped within this icy din.
Moonbeams cast a ghostly sprawl,
Shadows dance upon the wall,
Each heartbeat a solemn hymn.
Beneath the night’s alluring sprawl,
Frozen thoughts like winter’s thrall,
In this bed where nightmares swim.