When all alone is one really alone?
Does the hair on the nap of the neck stand on end?
Could that be the breath of a presence behind?
Turn and see nothing and yet it surrounds.
Sees .. feels.. wants.. knows.
When all is still is all really still
The eyes well with water the nightmare begins.
Could that be the breath of a whispering wind?
Turn and see something but nothing is there.
Sees .. feels.. wants.. knows.
Watching, Waiting. Always cautious, hesitating. Sleep in Limbo
Is the conscious a state of mind?
Or perhaps, frame of mind?
Wake Up, Wake Up, Wake Up. Just Wake Up
Sees .. feels.. wants.. knows.
Terror, whispers, horror... ha, ha, ha
Watching, Waiting. Waiting, Watching... ha, ha, ha.
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