Watching, it waits
It waits on my failure
On my failure to prepare for the unexpected
Because the expected has come so soon

It left my mind in years of peace
But I knew it would return
And now I know that it has

It watches me as I sleep
from it’s own home
entranced in it’s own sleep
a thousand miles away.

But still, I tremble.
It presses me between its palms
only to squeeze tears of silence
out of my warm shivering body.

It knows who I am.
It knows who they are.
It knows how to cease the song that I sing to the world.

But see, it is not really an it, at all
and this is what frightens me.
He frightens me.