• Its coming, The darkness, Its after me,
    I feel it, creeping up,
    so slowly... ever so slowly,
    It wants me, I am the next victim,
    I want to run but cant, no escape,
    It pounces biting my neck,
    Hot poison rushes in, Dizzy, nauseous,
    Its sharp claws dig into my temples, crushing my skull,
    pins and needles I have eaten,
    swords and knives is my hat,
    Blood pours out of my mouth from vomit,
    hours go by, The monster is here. Someone help!
    It won't leave, it never leaves,
    I lay helpless on the floor, I dare not move,
    like a snake it squeezes tightly,
    can't breathe, cant sleep,
    every sound echoes like hammers pounding on my soul,
    the light burns my eyes, setting them on fire,
    no relief, no escape, Help me! I call out, but no one answers,
    I sit in a room full of wounded ghosts, lost souls looking for a cure,
    But I am last to be noticed, Why?
    I huddle under the darkness of a think blanket, my only companion,
    a cold chill haunts me and hours go by,
    my stomach twists and contorts as I vomit relentlessly,
    I leave the ghosts to a quiet room and a sharp sting of medicine,
    slowly the shadow creeps away,
    the claws release and the monster leaves only to hunt me for another day.