Biting a Spectrum

Who is there? Walking in She is knocking at my door Is she a guest? Silky gown, white skin She is floating at my door Am I dead? My legs and arms are stiff I'm fragile and unarmed while I sleep Close my eyes count to three She is staring at my bed Is she a guest? She's smiling, she's touching me, she whispered about her life after dead. She's getting closer, I cannot breath I cannot think I cannot breath Bite her face, look around I heard her spooky scream in my head Bite her face look around Her gore eyes melted in dreams in my head... Hereafter I heard her spooky scream in my head