They fell asleep together
In a Melbourne hotel room
There was blood on the sheets
They had them changed
She had a dream of a murderer
She awoke with scratch marks on her arm
He slept through it all
It was a shock
The ghost was in the room
Interacting with her
Looking for a way in
They left the next morning
There was blood on the sheets
A murderers vice
The hotel clerk
Had to get the cleaner
The police took evidence
Unaware two came to stay
What is it of ghosts,
That come not for play?
That linger in their death
That inflict the act
On the unsuspecting visitors
A death wholly in vain
