Fear can do a lot of things to ones mind, especially in the dark of a sleepless night...

When the shadows walk on your bed,
As you sleep with covers over your head,
Breathe easy;
Don’t be wheezy;
Calm your heart;
And they won’t start...

Reaching into your mind,
Taking whatever they find,
Stretching it out, absorbing each thought,
Learning what you had and had not.

When the shadows lay upon your walls
As you walk down your empty halls,
Don’t stop to look;
Hold tight to the book;
Just try to act bored;
Ignore the sense of the abhorred...

Waiting with razor edges,
Set to slice, like paper pages,
Your soul apart from your life core;
Absorb it, ingest it, digest it some more;
Then return it as a shell within a shell,
Filled with your promised journey to hell.

Tom