Sometimes, I close my eyes... And I see him. Lurking in the darkness of my closed eyes.
Sometimes, as I'm falling asleep, I see him in he corner of my eye. Hiding in the inky blackness of the night.
He is the monster under my bed. He is the figure in my closet.
Him.
He is my fear. My hate. My insecurity. He is that which I despise. He is my darkest thoughts and my deepest fears.
Whenever I fear. He is there. Feeding on my phobias.
Whenever I glare at someone. He is there. Feeding on my hatred.
Whenever I am up at one in the morning, rereading old texts and crying softly. He is there.
He has always been there.
And he always will be.
From the moment we enter this world, kicking and screaming and fearing the light, he is there.
And the moment we leave this world. Fearing the ever growing dark. He is there.
He is your monster.
He is your fear.
He is the shadow that isn't really there.
He is the voice in the back of your head. He whispers into your thoughts. He is your worst nightmares.
And he will never leave.
Even now, he claws at the edge of your mind, constantly attempting to drive your sanity into the ground.
He is fear.
He is hate.
H e I s w a t c h i n g
You.
