Midnight Stalker:
Blood-shot eyes.
Wide awake.
The creaking floorboards,
Outside the door…
The rusty door knob,
Jiggling, and tumbling to the floor.
"Who's there?"
I whisper.
No one...A word not dared.
"Who's there?"
I whispered.
And I get the shadows
Cold blank stare.
Fingers turn white,
They grip hard to the sheets.
Rivulets of sweat,
Pour from head
Down to feet.
My bed is soaked iridescent.
My eyes look around in urgent begging
Cries for the night
To tell no more lies!
No more lies. No more lies… NO MORE LIES!
Those shadows keep staring
And if I close my eyes
I may not live through to see
Tomorrow.