I'm the creek of the door
The scratching on the floor
I'm the knock on the glass
The shudder as I pass
I'm the smile in the dark
The footsteps in the park
I'm the torch that goes out
The head crammed full of doubt
I'm the voice in your ear
you're trying to ignore.
So turn out all the lights.
So I can be alone with you once more.
I know that you pretend,
That I’m not really here.
That you don’t see me.
But know this... I’ve always been here. (I am always here)
I'm the hair in the sink
The rotten cellar stink
I'm the upside down cross
The reason for your loss
I'm the book bound in skin
The darkness held within
I'm the legend of old
The one they never told
I'm the reason the church
gave the preacher a call.
His words lifted you up.
I'll make sure that you fall.
I'm the alter of blood
The markings in the mud
I'm the black laurel wreath
The talisman of teeth
I'm the guts and the gore
The one who cries for more
I'm the bones in the urn
The walls that start to churn
I'm the claws on your skin
as you try to break free.
You can run all you want
but you won't escape me.
About the Creator
Germaine Mooney
dark romance writer, poet, relationship councillor and sci-fantasy geek. Geek culture reviewer.
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