Foul entities.
I can sense
unclean spirits,
narrow streets,
we dare not visit.
Feelings growing
more intense,
they are watching me now.
Filling me with suspense.
Watching from every corner.
Keep your eyes peeled,
through the streetlight strobe lighting.
Every shadow conceals
a being so frightening.
They blend in with the darkest parts,
they try to invade
the weakest hearts -the broken, the torn apart,
those that can't get the bad thoughts to depart.
They terrorise.
Materialise before your eyes,
mesmerise,
taking you by surprise,
then they vaporise before the sunrise.
When the bell calls.
they conceal
themselves within
every pore of the walls,
into every crack they seep.
Steeping the air
in the foul stench of
death, disease and misery.
Every curtain ripple,
each dripping faucet.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Fear has you tightly in its grip,
it never lets its talon-like fingers slip.
In those long low hours,
when even the moon steers clear,
they reach from beyond.
Their touch infecting with fear.
Dark corners which even light avoids,
The void of darkness
the air - musty, uninviting and squalid
that seems a bit too solid.
Those cold spots on the landing,
the groans growing erratic.
Tapping on the window frames,
the rapping in the attic.
Pots and pans all over the kitchen,
scrawled messages on bathroom mirrors.
Shadows in the reflection, the foul entities,
they take such glee
in tormenting me.
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