It's dark. And no one can see, not even me.
I am alone, not a soul in sight: my worst fear, come to life.
My family has left me, my closest friends too.
I shiver with horror, unsure of what to do.
I take a step and find myself lost in a labyrinth of streets and stones, sweat and spit, blood and bones.
Ghosts are prowling everywhere; I cannot see them, but they're still there.
Will I ever escape this horrid nightmare?
It's hard to say – I was quite happy just yesterday.
I cannot wait until I wake; this dreadful feeling is hard to shake.
At least no one can see my tears, the ones I shed for my dark fears.
I'm left for dead but still alive.
Monsters of the dark, from this they thrive.
Turn the corner what do I see?
Another empty road beckoning to me with icy fingers and frosty breathe.
Say goodbye to the pretty lady with the rosy cheeks because she is off to the slaughterhouse now.
Succumb to the feeling and let myself down until I wake up to a new day, a bright new day full of people so I can pretend to like being with them, so I can pretend that I like being awake, where none of my nightmares and dreams invade my fragile mind because the demons of the daylight chase them away;
I love my friends but they invade my thoughts and cloud my feelings when all I want is o go to sleep, where no one disturbs me and I can be alone with my fears and the beast of the dark devour my soul and welcome me with open arms, with red eyes and toothy grins that murmur –
"Come home child, come home."