Night Terrors

At the darkest Time of day When even The man in the moon Is very far away That is when I hear my voice My lips are sealed, not moving one bit My eyes are wrinkled, closed tight My senses are on pause, freezed from fear But my ears, oh at their best they hear My voice commands Tells me to look and see All I must do, is give a scream But, still, I never even try I just fear to be (Mute) So in a few Slow passing hours I'll tell myself This was all An (everlasting) Dream...