the house is silent
the pitter patter of feet
seem so loud in this abyss
but i run
the shadow men lurk
around every crevice
waiting
to ****** a soul
who's clock kept ticking
to an unholy hour of midnight
it's my clock
it kept ticking as my heartbeat
yelled at the movement i was doing
the hours washing away
the safety of the light
for its nightmare realm
filled with creatures of the unimaginable thought
to those who seek refuge in sleep