The demons hiding behind
the door-
their shadows
passing back and
forth.
They scratch,
and wail,
tricking you to enter
their domain.
And you scrunch
your eyes
shut-
hoping they'll just go
away.
It doesn't work.
It never does.
They pull the
bed sheets-
whisper in your ear,
kiss your face...
Why can't they leave?
Razor nails cut at your
skin-
they laugh while you bleed.
They feed on your tears
of fear.
And as those things
drag you farther down into
the pits of hell-
remember that this:
this is the verge
of reality.
