I can hear the clock still ticking while the rest of the world sleeps.
I can feel the cool winter breeze seep in from my window seams.
As my eyes adjust to the darkness, my hearing seems to be at it’s peak.
Please let the darkness stop calling; their screams are making me weak.
My pillow can’t silence the words in which they speak to me.
Their words of horror and torture are silently killing me.
Midnight is when they come, sunrise is when they leave.
But this time I fear is different for I feel them hovering over me.