Tuesday, April 5, 2016

When Night Comes

so do the ghosts
whispering in soft voices
sitting there 
looking at me 
in reflections
with claws on my shoulders
that only I can feel 
and often I have felt
a stray draft of air
when it shouldn't be there
but it is
mocking me
something I can't explain
paranormal pranking
that fucks with my brain
when i'm lying in your bed
I hear the scratching in the walls
when I wake up from the dead
there are dirty footprints in the hall

Something about the night and feeling of being all fucking alone. 

No comments:

Post a Comment