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The least I write about this one, the better.


Fdf5205c-8b5b-4da8-a6dc-63fe28d680a9by Billy J. Stewart28 Dec 2013

I can only quiver,
Seeing in the night
Intruding shapes that haunt my dreams,
Spirits taking flight.
Faceless stare,
Floating monster head,
Watching till I try to move,
Frozen in my bed.
I hate it when the stillness comes
Creeping up around,
Adrenalin betrays the taste of grass,
And feeds off every sound.
Sleep is far away now,
I am not alone,
The presence of the underworld
Chills me to the bone.
Nights are all oppressive,
Air is thick with eyes,
Hear the whisperings of ghosts
Torture me with sighs.