Buzzer
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...