Tick tock, tick tock,
suddenly it stops.
It's 4 am again
or so the clock beside me states.
All I know is its late.
Silence. Deathly silence.
Stalks around the room,
stealthily it fills the air
like cotton wool placed deep in the ear.
Absorbing every sound.
Dissolving each noise before it starts.
Dulls every thumping beat of the heart,
every pounding thud. Now just a vibration.
Feels like a million miles from here.
Darkness, the creeping darkness.
Hides the monsters that lurk amongst us.
Now my room is the place it resides.
From the darkness, there is nowhere to hide.
You can feel it. Clinging close to your skin.
Icy brushes wear your patience thin
like damp clothing dripping. Chilling.
Time, the slow seconds,
bestowing fear.
Time never seems to move
when you are stuck here.
Trapped in this glacial nightmare groove
When the record keeps repeating the same refrain.
Over and over again.
4 am the clock still states.
How can that be. Time smiles in wait.
Alone. I know I'm not alone
but I know no-one is home.
I know that no one living is present in my room.
but I feel, I fear hands come near.
I fear, the feel of fingers touching my hair.
Startled. I try to scream.
The whimpering is all that comes
as the clock slowly ticks once more.
I sink into another nightmare dream.
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