Everything’s silent,
Which means everyone’s asleep,
Which means the thoughts in my head,
are finally awake,
Bursting out with fright,
Causing me my sight,
To see something in the shadows,
That I can barely even fight,
Drawing with my eyes,
That keeps me frozen, still, and steady,
That I can’t touch by my own hands,
That makes me breathe hard and heavy,
Except, am I even awake or is my brain playing tricks?
Finally, my mind is back in my head but can I ever be fixed?