i think i’m ashamed. there’s people pointing their fingers at me, and i don’t recognize a single face. i’m well aware of what i’ve done, i wanna be something better but i can’t escape who i was. fearful. insecure. quiet. i’m uncomfortable sitting in my own silence because i can still hear the screaming from my subconscious. these people look angry, and i think even disappointed. i can’t tell who i...

Red eyes watching every step

Every step i take

Time stands still

One more pair

Of red eyes watches me

Where am i?

„You have been forgotten“

Trees get closer

Stones roll over

Grass gets tighter

I must be in my mind

She says

She sits down

On a big rock on a hill

Yes. Now i am safe....

walk,

one foot,

the other,

walk,

pause,

look,

no one,

walk,

one foot,

the other,

wait,

breathing?

walk,

stop,

look

someone,

run....

They follow me relentlessly, so I’m always on the move,

My wife asks “Where? There’s no one there.” Which is hard for me to prove.

As every time I turn to face them, they drift into the black,

Always in the shadows, mocking me behind my back.

Sometimes I hear them laughing and the voices get so loud,

When I’m at home, not quite alone, I’m surrounded by a crowd.

But I have an idea to make the voic...

Lurking in shadows

Whispers of nightmares unfold

Eyes like the sun glow...

I can’t see their faces.

Pitch black,

zero deciphering features.

Who are you?

Who am I looking at?

I used to believe

the bodies surrounding me

were those of loyalty,

kindness,

compassion.

Souls I would want to be around.

Nonetheless,

I find myself scratching at my face,

ripping at my eyes,

yanking at my hair,

screeching and yelping,

wishing for someone to hear me.

But their voices are always t...

Within the wood

a vale it’s said

Where shadow men lurk

With empty heads

With loathesome visage, pitted eyes and black hearts they skitter

To stalk my sight and haunt my perimeter

A blink, a shift, nary a thought

I see them dissolve into the murky blot

They stalk me now

I sense them closing

Even as I sit here prosing

My name will they write

In the list of those to forget?

Stitch pink triangle...

My eyes are rapidly moving side to side

He is duplicating my actions

Single difference being I do not have a smile on my face

I feel a presence behind me

Sweat beads are forming on my forehead

I close my eyes to slow my breathing

Only to find another pair of blazing eyes staring into mine when I open them...

Scanning, unfocused.

Something distant dances by

Vanishing from sight....

they are mine. all seven dark figures that haunt my dreams and torment my days. My Watchers. all day, everday, and i dont know why.

at first there was a small breath on my neck and a whisper in my ear, showing me what filled my nightmares as a child. now they are the only things that understand me.

one for the hope ive lost

two for the dreams my mother crushed

three for the days spent in darkne...