We see the day in night,
but not night in day.
Eyes never close,
to turn fear away.
We won't be remembered for chittery teeth,
but the horror embeds in our skin deep beneath.
Recalling the old days and things from t.v.
All have outgrown us,
with change causing grief.
We don't fall,
we climb,
we don't walk,
we run,
we carry our mouths,
treating them like a gun.
We don't know so we guess,
then lose sanity,
when our answer is wrong,
and the world feels like sea.

We are humans too,
and yet aliens,
but aliens are scary,
but aliens are cool,
but aliens aren't quiet as great as ghouls,
but ghouls are to be feared,
as are book they come from,
but the books provide an unexplainable adrenaline.
Then in the night we hide our heads,
from thoughts we can't escape.

We are the anxious,
fearful ones,
whose fears aren't seen by day.