The moonlight filters through the sky blue curtains.
The spinning fan makes itself dizzy, giving off a cooling breeze.
Crickets make their chorus, with the winds coiling around leaves like serpents.
The creatures that linger during the day reveal themselves, like a lingering disease.

The spinning fan makes itself dizzy, giving off a cooling breeze;
Making it impossible to hear an incoming ambush; nothing is at ease.
The creatures that linger during the day reveal themselves, like a lingering disease.
The silky sheets of the bed leave no comfort, no warmth in an air that could freeze.

Making it impossible to hear an incoming ambush; nothing is at ease.
The door left with the smallest crack, to see any entering light, leaving one uncertain…
Still, the silky sheets of the bed leave no comfort, no warmth, in an air that could freeze.
Within the impending darkness, sleep begins to overtake, making one's dread worsen.

The door left with the smallest crack, to see any entering light, leaving one uncertain.
Time slowly passes by, adding to near exhaustion; shadows of slumber start to seize.
Within the impending darkness, sleep begins to overtake, making one's dread worsen.
How can one dream with the terror and gloom being a constant tease?

Time slowly passes by, adding to near exhaustion; shadows of slumber start to seize.
The lull of the fan, cooling wind, and satin sheets; continuously at their workings.
How can one dream with the terror and gloom being a constant tease?
Leaving a steady reminder of time, the moonlight filters through the sky blue curtains.