Looking into the darkness
but I know,
I don\'t really want to see.
I don\'t want,
to see those glaring eyes
looking back at me.
I walk alone at night,
through my house.
Watching around corners,
preparing myself
for something to jump out,
and pounce.
I know all the signs,
and I know
how I feel.
I can sense them,
getting closer
and I try to avoid,
that evil exposure.
Am scared and I try,
to calm my nerves
but then am reminded,
in how many times
this occurs.
So I have to sleep,
with the bathroom light on.
I just can\'t wait,
until it breaks early dawn.
I keep asking myself,
why does it want me?
And then I hear,
the cry of an..
Angry Banshee.