Been asleep, but not for long,
I think I heard an aubade song.
It was faint, so I chose to ignore,
Never thought it would want more.
Quarter past two, I heard a cry,
Followed by a moaning sigh.
My eyes were closed, my senses tight,
It was wrong, yet felt just right.
Then—no sound, no scream.
Was I awake, or was it a dream?
I felt nothing, just a sharp pain,
Woke up to see the scratches again.