Nameless Dread

I’d like you to meet a friend of mine
who lives inside my head
his name sends shivers up my spine
I call him Nameless Dread

In the wee small hours when a creaking floor
can make me catch my breath
he jiggles the handle of the bedroom door
and scares me half to death

In the great outdoors on moonless nights
when the ground is wet with dew
he’ll make me think of vampire bites
and what the dingoes do

So now when monsters roam the skies
and lurk beneath your bed
ignore them all and close your eyes
it’s only Nameless Dread