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.