Midnight

I fear the darkness of my dreams,
Where I have no voice,
And cannot scream.
As the figures take my breath,
I feel that to me they unleash their wrath.
In ghostly white and deathly black,
They creep in my dreams to begin their attack.
Mind games they play with noises and lights,
As midnight goes by I awake with a fright.
My heart beats through my chest,
I can still feel the presence of the spirits of unrest.

(This was written by my friend who would love to hear ur comments)