Sounds of raindrops falling
are my only calming,
It’s fitting to label it calling
Because it silenced my previous bawling.
Icy fingers corrupt my arm
I’m scared to think it brings me harm,
Or if it has black magic,
Is it charmed?
Should I meet my threatener
It’s my nightmare to decide,
It’s time to meet the predator
No one stands, my room is empty.
Is it my hallucination? Or a dream?
I’m not sure…
But I will meet its presence again.