The Eyes
He will not have the light, Only night.
In the darkness,
In those shadows,
In the corner of my room,
Amongst other ever-watchful eyes,
I fear I am not alone.
He is there,
Always watching,
He will not have the light,
Only night.
In the murky depths,
Twisted and deluded thoughts,
Swim about, float, jet, crash.
He is at the bottom,
Ruling the abyss,
My abyss.
His piercing eyes are waiting,
Proof of his existence,
Watching, observing, challenging,
Wanting to come out.
Smiling eyes,
Teeth gleam in sharp glory, licking,
Forever watching, wanting.
Terrorize me, tantalizing eyes.
Penetrating eyes in the shadow.
I taunt,
Tease,
Will,
Dare,
Come out,
Materialize.
Watch me while I sleep,
Visit me in my dreams again,
Stand over me again.
I caught you that night,
Daring to creep out of my void.
I am older,
I sense him more,
I fearfully want him,
Will he oblige?
About the Creator
Amanda Lyons
Eclectic stream of consciousness and dark surrealism. What photography does for life I do for thought, emotions, and experiences. The genres can range from romance to horror but my favorite is suspense.
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