Poetry Of A Borderline

what was that

In the dead of night, when all is still,
Whispers in the darkness, a haunting chill.
Echoes of voices, unseen and sly,
Auditory hallucinations, a terrifying lie.

A spectral symphony, a twisted song,
Whispers of madness that linger long.
Footsteps approaching, yet no one's there,
A chilling presence, a ghostly stare.

The voices murmur, a sinister hiss,
Twisting reality, a dark abyss.
They call my name in a haunting tone,
A phantom choir, all alone.

Laughter echoes in the empty room,
Shivers down the spine, impending doom.
Whispers of secrets, whispered fears,
Auditory hallucinations, a nightmare nears.

A cacophony of sound, a maddening choir,
A haunting presence that won't expire.
In the depths of my mind, a chilling dance,
Auditory hallucinations, a terrifying trance.

Yet in the midst of this eerie plight,
A glimmer of hope, a guiding light.
Seeking solace in the realm of day,
Chasing the specters of night away.

For in the battle with the unseen,
Lies the strength to conquer, to intervene.
Auditory hallucinations, a daunting test,
But in the light of truth, I find my rest.