In the dark place between dream and nightmare,
Tell me love, what happens there?
Is it the spider creeping up the side of your neck,
Or the cold black stare of the one not met?
Is it the whispering chills that tickle your bones,
Or the venturing deep into a world unknown?
Is it the shadows cast on that palely lit face,
Or the deceiving thoughts that leave without a trace?
Is it the silent cries of a murdered one in love,
Or the crackling thunderclouds that smile above?
Look around, you’re not safe,
Beware the silent falling of the scathe,
In the dark place between dream and nightmare,
Tell me love, what happens there?