Alone
In a desolate slumbering
Forlorn
Only timber next to nothing
Barred within the four log walls
Yet something's out to disturb
Haunting
Comatose
With every breath deeper than the rest
Suspiring slumber
Falling asleep
Locked, stocked and barreled
Expecting
Those who disturb the eyes closing
They're wandering in the woods with one thing
On the tip of their tongues still drooling
Following their appetite
Always craving for more
Yearning for sleep
Slumber
Tormenting trees
Wander
Eventide at the hut they come
Endlessly searching for that someone
Night after night they are getting closer
And they devour
Their way through snares and the trap door
Yesternight barely outdone
Cannot say if the dawn brings a next one
They're coming in for more
They're trying to break through the ceiling
They're knocking at the door
Inside this slumber forevermore