My bedroom was a graveyard 
Bones scattered round my bed 
I found that trees grew through the walls 
And rustled near my head 

I looked at them, bewildered 
My quilt clutched to my chest 
The fabric smelt of damp and mould 
I flung it from my breast 

My heart was racing wildly 
My skin began to crawl 
What manifested whilst I slept 
To bring about this pall 

My papered walls were crumbling 
And tumbling to debris 
I heard a voice that softly moaned 
And realised it was me 

A chilling mist had gathered 
I watched with dread and awe 
As earthy roots squirmed through the cracks 
Appearing in the floor 

Something wrapped about my head 
It grabbed my ankles too 
It pinned me down and trapped my arms 
Then 'It' came into view 

I drew my breath to vent a scream 
My chest felt taut with fear 
I uttered such a muffled sound 
I knew no-one would hear 

I struggled hard and screamed again 
But all to no avail 
The best that I could manage was 
A thin and feeble wail 

'Its' cold and clammy mud-caked tip 
Then clamped across my face 
It searched and found my fear-parched lips 
And held my breath in place 

The room began to spin and fade 
Whilst panic surged within 
Until, at last, I lay quite still 
Sweat chilled upon my skin.