not a sound in my
room as i lay down,
wrapped in blankets,
but just as i drift off,
a noise downstairs.
the front door opens,
i swore i locked up,
who just came in?
how’d they open it?
i’m dying to check,
but paralysis hits,
i’m covered in fear,
dripping in paranoia,
the stairs creak as
they come upstairs.
i close my eyes as
they walk over here.
my door creaks open,
i peak, and he’s there.
a menacing grin and a
knife in his hand, i try to
pinch my arm in hopes
that i wake myself, but
it’s to no avail, and the
man doesn’t move to
where i lay, instead he
stands and stares with
a smile, scaring me to
stay awake in this space.
there’s no waking
from this nightmare.
No comments:
Post a Comment