lay down on the frosty ground

let blades of grass slide past your fingertips

the moon beaming down it’s cold gaze

but don’t.

don’t you dare let your eyes fall shut.

don’t you dare slip away.

for if you do, nothing but darkness awaits

and nothing good comes out of the dark

the long, clawed hand that will reach out

grab onto your ankles

pull you down to the depths of hell

and keep you there

struggle and thrash and turn and scream

it’s no use, no one will hear

no one ever does

lungs heaving until collapse

salty seawater forced down your throat

it’s like drowning, but in the night

the water is fear, seeping in through the gaps

the bubbles is joy, disappearing, one by one

falling falling slipping slipping

dying drowning crying leaving

so this is why

don’t get too curious

of the mysteries of the night

of the monsters in the dark