When I lay down on my bed
With my eyes glued to the ceiling
I can sense his presence near
He lurks around my room
And he won’t go away
His body is a shadow
But his eyes are bloodshot red
He wear's a long trench coat that reaches to the ground
And has a fedora on his head
As I tilt my head to the side
I can see him stop in place
He stares at me immediately
We stayed staring at each other for a while
Until he slowly disappears like smoke
I tilt my head back to the ceiling
What was running through my head was that he didn’t try to harm me and I’m glad
But knowing that this wasn’t the first time he showed up at nights like this
I wonder when he’ll stop appearing again