Things hidden in boxes under beds

Darkness comes when the light leaves  
breeding madness and disease
haunted by someone's ghost
I'm it's definitive host
 
free? whats free?
shadows like blankets cover me
banshees screaming in my head
voices yelling i should be dead
 
inhabited by something I've never seen  
my reflection is caught in between
a stranger in the mirror  
looking thru the black for something clearer
 
static from the television filling my ears
gold and silver orbs appear
knowing now that I've gone crazy
i start to feel a little hazy
 
hitting the floor with a thud
then tasting my own blood
laying in a puddle of despair  
then waking up from the nightmare
 
dreams, some good some bad
some i wish i never had..................