I look up into the starry filled sky
And I see a shooting star go on by
The crescent moon is out
I'm left to be alone without a single doubt
The snow is now tumbling to the ground
The walls start to shake and pound
And at the end of the corridor is a blank face
It's too late to leave this haunted place
I feel the cold rush up and down my spine
The white walls close in to a thin line
They are about to pounce on their prey
They circle the room where I lay
I freeze and close my eyes
I think of good times and say my good-byes
I wait for the pain and suffering to come
To know what I have done
Because of the destruction and terror
We have to run and hide
They said we'd all be safe
But they lied.

YOU ARE READING
What Lies Beyond
PoetryAnd while we may feel lonely, we learn that we're not alone.