I tip toe around your soul. I wait for you to come out every night, but you never come until dawn, when I have faded away.
My red eyes follow you- every shallow movement, every breath, every twitch.
You sense me. You feel me. You pull your sheets around yourself. The night doesn’t grow any warmer, it’s still as cold as ever. You hide from me.
But nothing remains hidden from me, you see.
Try all your might, you can’t escape me. I’ll crawl to you, softly filling your lungs, choking you. I’ll enter your mind, bewitching you. I’ll enter your heart.
Welcome to the illusionment.
You say I bring pain.
I thrive on it.
I’m your worst nightmare. I’m your dreams. I’m your first thoughts at dawn. I’m the scream of your nightmares, I’m the soft footsteps tracing your past, always following you.
I’m the unknown, the unquantifiable.
I cannot be seen or touched.
But I can be felt, everytime you close your eyes.
Everytime you look into the dark, I’m there, watching.
I’m your regret, your embarrassment, your sadness.
I can incapicitate you.
I’m your Fear.
Let me In.
You know it’s thriller, thriller night
You’re fighting to survive inside a killer, thriller tonight.
Peur* is Latin for Fear.
Darker, but this was quite fun to write!