And you're not coming back.
It stands there,
watching me.
At any time of day,
slowly lurking.
Memorizing my every breath,
noting down my laughs.
I can feel the presence,
so unwelcoming, so cold.
The very intentions to cross its mind,
every pulse sounds through me.
At night,
I can feel it’s cold, gloomy eyes burning my skin.
It’s there,
I’ve seen it's smile,
all the lies behind it.
Controlling my dreams,
writing my nightmares.
It’s not insanity,
they’re just oblivious.
But they’ll know.
They’ll know when it pulls on their strings.
When they’re played like puppets,
it’ll enjoy their dread.
watching me.
At any time of day,
slowly lurking.
Memorizing my every breath,
noting down my laughs.
I can feel the presence,
so unwelcoming, so cold.
The very intentions to cross its mind,
every pulse sounds through me.
At night,
I can feel it’s cold, gloomy eyes burning my skin.
It’s there,
I’ve seen it's smile,
all the lies behind it.
Controlling my dreams,
writing my nightmares.
It’s not insanity,
they’re just oblivious.
But they’ll know.
They’ll know when it pulls on their strings.
When they’re played like puppets,
it’ll enjoy their dread.