Buzzer

Every night

I hear noises,

buffering my sleep

and asking me to feed them 

with all the fright I own. 

Every night

I look at corpses 

designed in pale white

with no flesh and skin on them 

holding terror in every bone. 

Every night 

I look at shadows 

lost somewhere in the winds

panting, looking for breaths 

finding themselves a home. 

Every night 

I search for mirrors 

within my dark, dull room

to look into a pair of eyes 

and confirm that I'm not alone. 

Every night 

I gaze at reflections 

with a huge amount of fright 

they scream aloud looking at me

and terrified by them 

I moan...