Twisting, breathing, crawling, fleeting
(As I lay me down to sleep,)
Dexter stretches, night time greeting
(I pray my sanity to keep)
Alone, the dark and fighting dreaming
(For if some peace I do not find,)
Shadows mingle, searching, meeting
(I'm very sure I'll lose my mind.)



Helter skelter, run for shelter
(May I lie back - not have to think)
Dexter's hands reached out and felt her
(About the cold voice from the sink,)
Catching breath, the shadows melt her
(Or who it's from, or where he's at)
Memories of the scars he dealt her
(And what he's doing to the cat.)




Sweating, swaying, pleading, praying
(I pray for time inside myself)
In this world your body's staying
("Did something just fall off a shelf?")
Dexters lingers, gently playing
(To curl up in my nice, safe bed)
On your dreams and nightmares saying
(And wish to never wake up dead)

"Pretty girl, your dreams are mine
(Yes, now I lay me down to sleep,)
Pretty girl, your dreams are fine
(I pray my wits about me keep,)
Like choicest meat and fancy wine
(But as I look around I know,)
On your darkest fears I'll dine"
(He took them all those years ago.)