Thoughts of a Scripturient

Fear

As time passes by, it seems to get darker

As time passes by, it seems to get colder

I lit up a candle to brighten the room

But that seems to make everything worse.

Shadows dance around as if they're mocking me

They encircle me trying to get to my soul

I hear their laughs of glee

They want to get rid of me.

I wake up from my sleep terrified

I hear a knock inside my closet door

I freeze in my spot, horrified

And await the approaching horror.