Knock Knock, who's there?
Your friend, who stares
Late at night, while you rest
I am here, upon your chest
Watching, waiting
Slowly regurgitating
Learning, growing
Stalking, knowing
Knock knock, who's there?
Your friend, who cares
Listening, while you are dreaming
Telling you quietly, you were chosen for a reason
Knock knock, who's there?
Your friend, who dares
To come close, night by night
To drain you, out of sight
You hear me, just breathing
You don't see me, but feel me
I'm close, isn't is comforting?
Knock knock, who's there?
No reply, are you scared?
Tap tap, no response
Silence
He's here.
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal Abyss
PoésiePoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
