When the Man of Your Dreams Makes You Scream

When the Man of Your Dreams Makes You Scream

He came to me in velvet dreams,

A gentleman so kind,

With midnight eyes and whispered words,

That crept inside my mind.

He promised me a thousand stars,

A love that couldn't die,

But something evil watched me sleep,

Behind his smiling eyes.

He wore a coat of darkest black,

His fingers long and thin,

He kissed my hand beneath the moon,

And begged to be let in.

I thought I'd found my perfect love,

The man I'd waited for,

Until I heard his footsteps crawl,

Beneath my bedroom floor.

At three o'clock the mirror cracked,

I heard a woman cry,

Her face appeared behind the glass,

With terror in her eyes.

She pointed at the man I loved,

And whispered, "He is dead,"

I turned and saw his twisted grin,

And wished I'd stayed in bed.

His fingers felt as cold as clay,

His skin began to crawl,

He told me I belonged to him,

And laughed against the wall.

The bedroom walls began to bleed,

The doors were sealed up tight,

I screamed until my throat was sore,

And begged to see daylight.

He showed me seven wedding rings,

Upon a silver chain,

And told me every bride he'd loved,

Had died in dreadful pain.

He placed a ring upon my hand,

It burned into my bone,

He whispered I would be his bride,

And never be alone.

Then morning came, I woke in bed,

And thanked the Lord above,

I thought it was a nightmare,

About a deadly love.

But there upon my trembling hand,

His wedding ring I see,

And underneath my bedroom floor,

He whispered Come to me.