prowler

All i am’s a prowler with something stuck in my palm
I was lead to your spirit at dusk by the black dogs
I awoke at midnite and i saw you perched there
I said it’s feeling like a dream but it’s looking like a nightmare
I had a dream i was draining your life force
My calendar was full with love for you
It’s interesting this dream was a little backwards
It’s really not something that i would do