Shutters

Walking on the paved road, fading lights guiding me forward,

Nothing seems amiss though my mind conjures pictures.

As I walk into my home I thank the Lord

That I am back, safe, away from any of those tricksters.

 

Closing the door to my room I lay on my bed,

Sprawled out and tired from the day,

Yet I can not sleep because my mind loves to tread.

Especialy at night it seems, so there I lay.

 

A tapping at my window drives me from the Waking Dreams,

Just the shutters I think, nothing frightning I think.

There it is again, but the window is closed it seems.

I stand up and look at it, inhailing breath that stinks.

 

Hallowed eyes, slacked jaw, teeth dull and rotting.

It's nose is gone, along with its lips, ripped off and flesh pressing on the window.

I want to scream when I see it, but that would acomplish nothing.

So I close my eyes, block it off, wishing for nothing but my pillow.

 

One more tap and I open my eyes.

Its gone, and I relax, nothing but a mirage.

Just an active mind playing lies.

I am safe with in my lodge.

 

Sitting down, I close my eyes and lay in bed.

A minute passes in the quiet darkness,

Then I feel something, a drop on me. It burns like molten lead.

I open my eyes, and there it is.

 

Open mouth dripping saliva, yellow skin a bruise.

Smiling almost, it comes to haunt me,

Forever I shall lose.

Now it falls, holds me down and I can't break free.