They come at night when all is still.
As I lay silent, through my body comes a sudden chill.
I hear the whispers calling out my name.
Shadows creeping along the wall wanting to play a game.
Closer and closer they come to me.
They claw their way along my flesh just to watch me bleed.
They enter my mind and unravel my deepest sorrow.
Caught in this night, how I wish for the morrow.
I am frozen in terror as night slowly turns to day.
They retreat into the shadows and await the dark to once again come out and play.
About the Creator
Nadia
I've loved writing for as long as I can remember. There's a certain appeal in the ability to create a work of art from a simple thought or an image of inspiration. The possibilities are endless.
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