In the quiet, the corners twist

and bend,

shadows creep like smoke,

too slow to catch,

too fast to trust.

I feel them—

figures that don’t belong,

half-seen at the edge of my vision,

too solid to be tricks,

too strange to be anything,

but something other.

The light flickers,

and they’re there again,

just beyond reach.

I hold my breath,

but the room feels smaller now

the air thicker,

as if the wal...

In the silence, they begin to breathe,

Figures shifting,shadows seeth.

Her mind, a maze of twisting light

Where madness whispers in the night.

Eyes wide open, yet nothing is seen.

She speaks to phantoms that never flee.

This world spun tight with frantic grace.

Her thoughts a storm, her mind a maze.

The darkness grows, the figures grin,

But none are real-they dwell within....

A forest so cold and empty,

The only sound is my feet snapping the dry cold leaves from last season.

And the birds chirping frantically.

Oblivious and unaware, just looking for a breathe of fresh air.

As I cautiously approached the desertless and darkest part of the woods,

My gut begun churn.

Sqwauking of the birds faded as I kept down this trail.

The grass path I was trailing along had turned i...

In the dark of the night, I can see them. Crawling in the shadows of my room. Under the warmth of my sheets. I cannot just ignore them for it is what I see that haunts me and brings tears to my eyes. I fear these things that I see. I do not wish to see them, they are just THERE. I cannot fathom why I see such things. It’s not like I can just tell them to go away. They will always haunt me. The rar...

I can see their eyes,

the way they stare where the soul lies.

I see their cold stares, I see everything there.

I see their figure looming; standing there, stationary.

I see their smiles, growing increasingly larger as _I_ watch carefully.

Look at their eyes, don’t you see?

How every time I look, they look right back at me?

I can see their cold eyes,

and how they stare into mine.

I can see their...

For all is said

For all is done

The day has come

The day has gone

The moonlight

Illuminates your skin

But you still can’t see

The light within

A lurking shadow

In the corner

Coming near

To touching skin

Don’t let it come

Don’t let it go

The shadow will learn

From you...

The room is empty

Empty except for morphing, breathless blackness

My chest rises and falls

It looks like you

It pants desperately and I want to beg for mercy

The blackness breathes back

I am paralysed

You have wrinkled, shrunk like a once plump balloon

The child that held you so tenderly is sobbing in his ugliness

I have left a mark on you

The things I said that disgusted the already putrid col...

There are horses made of shadows,

winged with the breadth of nightmares,

that poets fly over the chasm of the void.

I see them in the peripheral

as I try to capture meaning from inspiration,

their eyes wild, their nostril red with the effort

of running after what is real.

Sometimes, when I just don’t get it,

I ride one beyond what can be known.

I lasso it with the silver string of my soul,

mount ...

I’ve always liked the dark

That time where things slow

When the screaming finally quiets

And I’m left with my thoughts in the silence

But on the rare occasion

I wish to engage in relations

Soft voices whisper in the dark

Their kind words speaking to my heart

I see them standing there

Skin pale as a ghost

They have such perfect hair

They’re much prettier than most

They have no nose nor ...

I see them just there

I see them by the hair

They’re lerking everywhere

Circling around us

I can’t breathe

And just then they pounce

We have to bob and weave

For if they caught us

There will be no more of me and Stephe....