Fear

Roaming trough the darkness,
seeking shadows, stalking ghosts,
lurking behind doors closed.

You can hear them whisper quitely,
in the silence all around you,
and there's nothing you can do.

They'll be waiting evermore,
and your fear will be delight,
for those evil dwellers of the night.

In your fright you try to run,
but you cannot flee from those,
who are everywhere and always close.

You hope there is a place to hide,
some shelter that they cannot reach,
but from every corner you can hear them screech.

Suddenly then you are awake,
believing it all has been a dream.
But then you see the blood...and start to scream.