Whispers and shimmers,
Unaccompanied by footsteps;
Every corner hides in darkness,
But it's a secret I don't want to see.
Creeping, inching, I'll lose it all,
The laughter the manic nonsense,
Straying at the edge of my vision,
But it's a game I don't want to play.
Seconds tick by, or is it hours'
Rendered numb by endless nights,
Pondering listening to my own breath,
But it's a breath I don't want to take.
