Is It Comfort?

The Nightscapes that bleed through my walls as I slumber The terrors that shift under the pillow whilst I tumble To sleep, perchance to shiver as the horror grips my eyes tight to it's fingers To early to awaken and see the moons bright safe shimmers. So I tussle and sweat and feel all of the nights dark visions Knowing safety doesn't lie next to me in shadow The morning no longer sends evil into blinding remission Because you're no longer next to me, why did I let you go?