#lurking
I feel it in the quiet,
it sounds nothing alike.
It follows me in the day, and surrounds me at night.
It’s everywhere and nowhere. Just out of sight.
It lingers in the corners, testing my might.
It tempts and it taunts me, unseen in plain light.
It dances on edges, too tall I seek flight.
It grins in the silence, stealing all my light.
It whispers in corners, it waits through it all,
A shadow that lingers, a thief in the night.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 10:03 AM UTC
Lurking in the dark
even though there is no light
some creatures can see.
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC
I yell at dead trees for being too loud,
i strangle them with cold pieces of iron,
i heat them up in fire,
i throw the burdens i can't carry
as no other could listen to this misery of mine.
Everybody has footsteps behind their lane but not me,
I see a creature,
slowing lurking to pull me in.
With every pebble thrown at me,
it shouts to end it all.
It has neither face nor a body to move,
Its an energy i must get through.
my rugged clothes and chimney dark,
my small home and sluggish moves,
my flower of hope with a drip of desire.
That's all i have to fight through this monster.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 7:51 AM UTC
The monsters quickly collect under the bed
Graduating faster to free range demons roaming the head
Diabolical shadows lurking on the perimeter of the peripheral
Becoming a something far to real to think it still impossible
Unlike fear and loathing, fear and logic are seldomly seen traversing side by side
The unnatural occurrence of an unnecessary ride
By the time an oblivious mind realizes the kamikaze danger
The digits it controls are busy pulling out each heartbreak dagger
Those select few that came through the front from the back
Create tallies in scar form that are starting to overlap as they stack
Teetering on life's edge as it dares me to take that final step over
Finding it impossible not to follow the devil when there's one on each shoulder
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 3:44 AM UTC
I don't care,
I'M A LIER
I can't care
Not about who or about what
Just when and where
Lurking like a jump scare
Stimulating neck hair
Never taught to prepare
Never thought I'd get here
Stuck in my own layer
Of an inception daymare
Not much darker after the lackluster transfer to nightmare
It just goes to show the **** show goes on long past forever
A morbid trend setter
Left wishing I was a quitter
I'M A LIER
No need to wish, it's a clear no brainer
And wicked obvious, at least from what I remember
Though I know I don't remember a lot but whatever
©2024
May 2, 2024
May 2, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC
I let out a blood curdle scream
Hoping my parents can come help me
I was trapped within a paralyzed body
Stuck between a purgatory state of sleep and reality.
Shadowy silhouettes appeared then were out of sight,
In the corners of my forest green eyes,
The sound of their hushed footsteps were left behind
Leaving me frightened out of my mind.
I was prepared to be hurt by the creatures
That lurked my bedroom at night.
Mom frantically told the doctor who said it was sleep paralysis,
The good news is that I would be alright.
There’s nothing they can do,
I’m stuck feeling the fear that comes to me
Whenever the sleep paralysis decides to strike.
No one can help me,
I have to live through getting stuck in a limp body
Welcoming the scary creatures that come by,
Having an episode is one of the scariest things
That I’ve encountered in my life.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 8:07 PM UTC
Imagine you've cut a cake five or six times, each slice having the same color, however, a different shade.
Now replace the cake with sides of oneself.
Now Replace oneself with Me; I am that cake.
The me that is of a higher mind, which I consider my conscious.
I have a side of me that only manifests when drunk.
A side of me that only manifests when high.
The me who is sober.
The me that represents my thinking.
And then there is him, Malum.
The darkest slice of the cake. He lurks, spectating, snickering...planning.
He's the voice in my head that wishes I were dead...so that he could swallow my vessel and turn it into his own.
He and I have a contract; I am to control and maintain my body, so long as I never been put into a full-on life-or-death position, or I am not mentally sacrificial.
I've witnessed potential realities in which he had control...and it's terrifying.
I hope he never gets out.
I am not afraid to fight, because I fear failure; I am afraid of Malum and what he will do. He is not human...and he definitely doesn't fight for humanity.
He is the me that wanted the world to burn...and he still does. He has no empathy, no sympathy, and he craves destruction. He's calculated, analytical, and he lacks love. He is pure evil...and he is waiting.
He is waiting for me to die.
So that he can swallow me alive, and turn the world upside down.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
You don't see me.
I don't say much.
But just trust me.
I'm still watching.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 5:26 AM UTC
I lurk
I lie in my bed
hearing ghosts in my head
I hide
I'm not leaving
It's safer in here
Without a sun to see
I can't be burned
I sigh
I'm a ghost myself anyways
So just let me atrophy
and waste away
I cry
It's safer in here
I can’t see the ghosts
Only hear their wails
Hiding from sunshine
Is a small price to pay
So stop telling me fix it please
I've already surrendered
It's “safer” in here
I lie
No matter how fake the peace
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
Memories of yesterday
Hunts me today
Memories of yesterday why is it not so hard to stay away
Why it doesn't fade away
Maybe our feelings are true
Maybe we weren't meant to fall through
If you're coming back I want our us to grew
I don't want our feelings goes to nothing out of the blue
These memories of yesterday lurking
As the darkness shows up these memories morphing
Your lovely face keeps showing up as I still see them they're still adoring
While I sleep loudly snoring
Maybe these memories are showing something
That always makes my heart pumping
That makes the birds in the park humming
A sign that we don't need to hurrying
Memories of yesterday
Hunts me everyday
Memories of our happiest yesterdays why is it so hard to stay away
I can't let it fade away
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC
It’s not big this crow of mine.
Head cocked, observing time.
Perfectly sized to sit upon my windowsill,
Reminding me that dread and fear are a bitter pill.
It calls to me
Stopping me.
I can’t hide and I can’t pretend,
It sees me, watches me my friend.
Waiting and lurking till the end.
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
beware of those monsters
that lurk in the bottom of your head
if you give them more attention
it won’t be long until you’re dead
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC
A lonely woman stands in the distance
As the apple of her eye is perusing the apples
That sit on display outside the market
She watches her apple grab a basket
This woman waits in the cold February breezes
To catch her forbidden fruit emerge
When said apple steps outside
Her heart pulls her like a toddler to follow
As her eyes focus on her beloved subject
Her feet begin to pace in slow motion
The subject so far away now like in a tunnel
Her mind interjects with words that hurt
Leave that apple hanging on the tree
Along with its happy family
Pick not what isn't yours and never was
Return to your own empty branches
Where you shall hang alone
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
It's always in the background
Can you hear it?
"It's part of life"
The heaviness that's always pulling you slowly back
Not allowing your smile to reach your eyes
Making you drift off from time to time
Can you feel it?
Weighing you down?
Letting you sink slowly lower?
Until you reach the bottom
And it all comes out
Full force
Then afterwards you feel lighter
But the smile still doesnt reach your eyes
Because it's still there
In the back of your mind
A never ending cycle
And if it had a color
It would be
vantablack
Seemingly impossible to
Quit
Staring
At
It never leaves
"Its part of life"
Then how do you get rid of it?
You dont
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
The day is quiet
is given to the sun.
Pop in the night
every miniute
is people's time.
I look up in the sky
but missing a star.
Maybe it's lurking
in the sweet breeze.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
Toothless it whispers
And tells me stories grim
It's a black cat with crooked whiskers
Scratching, beckoning, let it in
It lurks in the darkness of shadows
In cool whisps of the night
It hovers, and in absence grows
It's the calm, just before a fright
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
In this life you gotta know your worth,
The unfairness isn't at it's worst,
Everybody else has a purpose too,
some forgive some will work,
They might put your name in the dirt,
Like cleansing sins by the faucet,
if your friend don't come out the closet,
i won't judge this is way beyond me,
so if you hate your life , its not your fault.
i'm entitled to ignore all the flaws.
even mine , i don't shy away.
Be careful little mouth ,what you say..
life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..
life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..
Planting drugs in your locker,
no scholarship , non , nada,
it'll be wrong to play accuser,
heart full of bullet holes like who shot ya?
knowing that anywhere ain't safe,
for awhile just hold your fate,
can't trust half of the people in this town of mine,
they're nearly just fake,
so if you hate your life , its not your fault.
i'm entitled to ignore all the flaws.
even mine , i don't shy away.
Be careful little mouth ,what you say..
life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..
life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
Next time the monsters lurk out
from under my bed,
I'll let them pull me under.
After all , the creatures down there
that I'll find
aren't nearly as
scary
as the ones inside my mind.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
here he lurks
behind a bin
eating a ham sandwich
with a rugged coat
and a beard to match.
here he lurks
behind a shrub
drinking some lemonade
which was sour and deathly
and his personality too.
here he lurks
behind a truck
closer now
as you can now see him
and he can see you too.
here he lurks
behind at your front gate
smoking a cigarette
and creeping closer
with each short breath.
here he lurks
behind your door now
no one was home
except for you
and he knew.
hes not lurking anymore
as you feel his warm breath on your neck
and a cold blade against your throat
with bittersweet whispers in your ear
and you didnt feel anymore.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
His eyes wide open
Mind a haunted alley
A shadow that swallowed light
Day crumbled at his darkness
Burning with fuel of coldness
Frozen in medieval times
Lurking under umbrella of madness
Wild smoke meeting match
Numb in the cycle of pain
With razors sharp edges of actions
Masquerading like a ghost halo
Bleeding fire in solace of night
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC