Eidolon

I faced fear,

Like a triggered bullet.

I hear the unseen footstep,

Towards me;

That made me daunt...

I know the sensation of

Someone defunct.

I feel freezing cold,

In the hot summer nights!

Nothing outraged;

Knowing it can't harm,

I wait for the sun rays,

To have my siesta.

I can't sleep the iron curtain,

Eventide the obscure retain.