The Things
These things I hear do not sound real
Their at my ear, in my head, under the bed
So I run, I jump, I hide
Out of the door and into the night
Only to have them follow
The twisted branches and broken bark
The white moon my only light
Footsteps follow close behind
I can't run anymore
So I duck, I hide
I hold my breath
For what comes next I cannot describe
Twisted bodies and mangled faces
Their all around, no escape in sight
My breathing turns ragged, my heart speeds up
All I can hear are their tortured yelps
They sniff, they smell, they look all around
I'll be found soon, I can tell
So I sit and wait
For my fate I cannot tell