Are You Sure
(© Paul Watts)
In the darkness of the station where the lonely homeless sleepThere’s a blackness in the shadows where not even rats will creepIt’s the hunger formed in nightmares of a restless late lament.It’s a demon from your childhood, and you know it’s devil sent.In the chill imagination, of a fevered restless mindYou can sense the emanations of a purely evil kindFeel the putrid breath of hatred as it hisses through your hairAnd you’re trying to convince yourself, there’s really nothing there.In your ears the whispered tauntings cause your sanity to breakAnd the threats of wanton violence make you shiver and you shakeNow you feel so small and tiny, when compared to such a thingAnd you try to lift your spirits, try to force your heart to sing.But the fear begins to catch you, in it’s all engulfing webAnd the bravery inside you seems to loose it’s strength, and ebbSo you walk a little faster, try to leave it all behindBut you can not run in terror from the fear that clouds your mind.Can you hear some heavy footsteps come approaching from the back?And you tense your body rigid waiting for a fierce attackJust as the scary sound of silence permeates the very airYou look round over your shoulder and there’s really nothing there.You can see the station entrance and it’s lights are shining brightThey’re a beacon in the darkness, there to chase away the night. As you reach the pooling brightness, an oasis of reliefThere’s a sight of purest horror -devastation past beliefYou can hear the shuffled movements from a creature of the nightIn the station light you see it, and it’s burned into your sightThere’s a hungry zombie feeding and it’s covered in the stainsOf the hapless soul it’s eating, munching slowly on his brains.So you run into the station, movements all addrenalisedAnd you try in vain to leave but very soon you are surprised By the throngs of moaning creatures as they sense your new approach As they huddle in the darkness like the largest black cockroachOnce again your fear embraces all the terror in your soulAnd it forces you to search now for the freedom that’s your goalSo it takes you to the platform where the lights seem warm and brightAs they keep the undead back with their alluring pools of lightOn the platform near the entrance, there’s a body on the ground.You can see a head, it’s separate. Just there, waiting to be foundA scream arises in your throat, and it bursts into the nightBut it’s silenced by the morning as you wake up in your fright.So next time you are all alone, and tucked up in your bedListen carefully to noises, and the voices in your head.They will tell you that the footstep that you’ve just heard on the stair,Is the settling wood. But are you sure, there’s really nothing there?
- THE END - |
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