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Afraid of the Dark

Serenely the quiet night is still
Nothing moves, nothing yet
Something stirs within my mind
And then the fog over the graves shuffles
Something terrifying is there
I can feel the blue cold eyes upon me
I turn away, I want to run
But the cold night keeps me in this prison
My feet stuck to the ground
I am forced to face the horror
This horror with blue eyes that reaches up
Claws its way from the ground
The ground that is my mind
The physical realm, reality, has left me
The blue-eyed monster that chases me
I tried to keep it away from others
Because this monster that is horrible
That maims and kills the innocent
That monster is me