Tip-tap, tip-tap.
Steps. All around me.
Tip-tap, tip-tap.
Steps. Following me.
Eyes. I saw eyes.
A lot of them.
Hundreds of them.
Eyes do watch...
This is no wind; those are words.
Whispering words.
Knowing words.
Words that hunt me.
Those are their words.
Those creatures have ears.
They can listen, and they do.
Closely.
They hear everything.
How do I hide?
How do I hide?
How do I hide?
I'll have to blend in, that's it!
They will overlook me;
they won't follow.
They will overhear me;
they won't talk.
I will just have to be
like them.
(But not really...
because I don't hear,
like them.
I don't see,
like them.
Because I'm too busy
hiding)
So are they. People really have better things to do, then to play "creepy little creatures" that lurk in the shadows and constantly give us a mark out of ten, for every single move we make. They don't do that, you can relax :)
Ps. That poem got inspried by the video: #DearMe Lindsey Stirling