Grey Incubus

I lay all alone, at night its so cold.
I am the clay, my bed is my mould.
Then i see a face, its his it gives me shivers.
He is nose-to-nose with me, like a finger on the trigger.

It is his face, but something is oddly different.
Maybe its the grey flesh or the horns from his forehead.
"Is he a demon?" I wonder, "why is he over me"
He levitates over me with perfect symmetry.

I try to scream!! But nothing comes out.
He smiles and snarling he looks down his snout.
He is the grizzly and i am the trout.
I feel death rush over me, cool as the winter.

Death penetrates my heart, like a stake or a splinter.