Among us are the dead
They reside in many homes
A clatter that awakens you
A door that opens on its own

Restless souls not ready
to accept their final fate
Forever trapped in time
They do occupy this space

One night you’ll wake to feel
An ice-cold hand against your chest
You’ll think that you are dreaming
as you try to catch your breath

With any luck you’ll wake to find
A shy and gentle spirit
startled by your conciousness
who quickly disappears

If you’re not so lucky
And bad spirits dwell within
A demon’s hand will touch you
You’ll never wake again

So sleep with one eye open
Beware of creaks and moans
Restless spirits and demons
will make their presence known