Lights flicker,
My heart races,
Everything blurred
In a panic.
Can't breathe,
Seeing things,
They are coming for me.
I am dead.
Target on my back,
Things race for me,
I am blind
In darkness.
Shadows
Slither towards me,
Real or not real?
My brain is playing
Tricks
As my eyes do.
Cold
Breath
on my back,
Close my eyes,
Still scared.
What has come
Of me now?
Am I going to die
Alone?
No one to hug
Or to hold me
When I am scared.
They race for me,
My heart leaps,
'This is it,' I think.
And I close
My eyes
And pray
For lights to
Come on,
But everyone
Has failed me,
Yet again;
And now I am dead,
Inside or out?
Because of the shadows,
Real or not real?