Spencer Wilhelm

The Visitors

Sometimes I lay upon my bed

And feel the presence dark and close

Something sinister, not from here

It\'s purpose to impose fear

 

But there I lay, no words been said

Yet I remember days longs past

Full of rough reminiscences

Harboring shame without remorse

 

Yet still I lay with swirling head

Dwelling, inwardly, all on me

Being the center of the world

Forgetting my nothing nature 

 

Why do I lay refusing to be led

By Him who walked this earth before

And beat the Devil at his game?

Freedom is only a heartbeat away

 

Next time I lay upon my bed 

And visitors unwanted come

The Holy Name I\'ll then invoke

And trustingly fall asleep