The springs creak
under the weight
of the shadows.

Everything around
moves silently.

They're waiting to strike.
To peel off your flesh
and watch you suffer.

You never know
when they're coming.

Hiding in plain sight
is what they do best.
Mistakes will be made.

Claws extend
around your throat.

Silencing your screams,
they watch you struggle
enjoying your light fade.

Licking their lips,
they devour your soul.

You disappear,
a speck in existence.
Forever gone.