The Love and Horror Here

The Nightly Conversation

I'm the shadow outside your window,
I'm the nails scraping against the glass,
I'm the wind whispering,
"Let me in, let me in."
I'm the movement in the corner of your eye,
The strange shape lurking in the dark,
The creaking floorboards just out of sight,
I'm the unseen brush against your ankle,
The haunting laughter in your ear.
I'm the feeling that makes you pause,
Makes you think before flipping the light switch on,
The terror building in your chest,
The frothing drool dripping and glistening on your forehead,
The yellow, yellow eyes peering out from the closet door,
Those are all me.
I am waiting,
Ever watching,
Now pull yourself from under the covers and come find me;
It's not hard, I am everywhere, everything to fear
And I grow restless, young one, for you to join me,
All you need to do is let me in.
It'll only be worse if you wait,
For I have nothing to lose,
Nothing to stop me.
Let me in.
Let me in!