Sunday, 6 March 2011


That feeling, ice cold shivers
Running down my spine
As I feel it watching me
From some unseen hiding place
Ready to reach out and touch

I know it is there, observing
Studying my every movement
I feel those eyes burning
Ripping deeper into my mind
Creeping further into my soul

Maybe this is only imagination
There could be nothing there
No creature within the darkness
Just the illusions of a fevered mind
But, alas no, I know it is there

Sleep takes me, without my permission
At last the creeper will come crawling
To this very bed on which I lay
So it can feast on the terrors I fear
And then, I will awake no more

copyright Chris Smith 2011

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