the wind outside escaped from the latest horror film.
The ring on my finger is making my feet cold.
Darkness from in the hall creeps into the room;
taking over the left over light.
The posters on the wall draw imaginary demons.
It's too black for shadows to exist at all.
Eye lids has never been my choice of movie.
I am afraid I will never see it.
Mischievious kitten attacks the night.
Though he fears the day an it's burning sun.
Raindrops drip a threatening lullaby
nearly pushing my refusing eyes closed.
Though something steals my tired mind,
and keeps me in this solemn wake.
Some slender fingers grasping a pen,
that quickly place on paper, INK.