Black darkness,
Knowing people are there,
Am I dead?
I feel their presence,
Like the shadow I cannot see,
Looming over me,
Like a hawk.
I touch the object in the darkness,
But I'm not sure,
Are they really there?
I feel their lips,
Producing something,
But when I try,
To repeat,
It's different.
They can talk,
But I can only move,
I am mute,
To this world I am invisible.
I am in a world,
Others call home,
But to me,
I'd call it,
Terror.
