Paranoia in the dark of night
creating shadows into figures
and creatures from stacks of ***** laundry.
It whispers sounds of footsteps into my ears,
feigning the noise of an intruder.
It makes the darkness malleable
morphing it into a monster under my bed
or a boogeyman in my closet.
Maybe I’m paranoid of the dark…
Or perhaps whatever lurks within it.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
Paranoia in the dark of night
creating shadows into figures
and creatures from stacks of ***** laundry.
It whispers sounds of footsteps into my ears,
feigning the noise of an intruder.
It makes the darkness malleable
morphing it into a monster under my bed
or a boogeyman in my closet.
Maybe I’m paranoid of the dark…
Or perhaps whatever lurks within it.
