Falling
Falling
F
a
l
l
i
n
g into my sheets
Falling into the sleep that calls me
Only to be swept away on wings of dreams
And carried away into the night
Oblivious to the forming fright
In the corner of my bedroom.

Night's breath upon my walls
Nips at my sheets
As cold as Death
(and rightfully so).
The long lacy curtains lust after the breeze,
Entranced by Moonlight's glow.

Rising from the world below
Is a stirring of something
A shifting of light
A pretender of flesh
A cause for fright
But a keeper of none.

Now hungry, eyeless eyes keep watch
Crouched low below the doorknob
Mouth open in silent, empty breath
Tongue out to taste the icy death
It denies its own fill of.

Maybe once a younger, pinker face
Now it drifts without direction
In an alabaster glow
In a world it still must know.

Fingers long and bent
In a tentacle stretch
Under a face full of holes
They graze the silk sheets of my sleeping soul
And try in vain to feel my skin
Jealous of the heat of life from within.

The chill of touch!
The shards of forgotten ice
Pierce and nest so deep!
Tainted with the touch of Death,
I rise upfrom my sleep
It is difficult
As if my bed istelf were six feet deep!

My wide eyes spin around the room
Of grays and blacks and blues.

But sitting up I see
The golden hair of me
My warm breath slowing
Slowing
Slowing
S
l
o
w
i
n
g ... I am alone in the Night.