Light Switches

The light switch is running from my fingers, it seems.
Darkness is surrounding me, plotting its schemes.
Cold and damp and scary, are my dreams.
These are the things that haunt me.

Sounds are booming but nothing in ears.
Eyes are crying but no one sees tears.
Mind is running but its full of fears.
These are the things that haunt me.

Love is nowhere to be found.
Screaming children have not a sound.
Lightswitches are falling to the ground.
These are the things that haunt me.