As I lie here motionlessly

subliminally,

I know it’s coming for me.

Creeping up slowly, as I just wait.

I can’t accept it,

 but it’s my fate.

I saw it before, just yesterday

creeping up beside me to softly say:

“I’m coming, I’m coming,

Try to run away.”

The shadow it casts on me devours.

Overpowers.

Getting closer by the hour.

I try to scream.

But not a sound is heard.

Feels like a bad dream,

choked up on my own words.

It follows me.

Wherever I’m going,

This monster keeps showing

Knowing

That my blood will keep flowing

my light will keep glowing,

Until it gets me.

When I’m helpless.

When I’m in distress.

When I’m cold, alone, and numb.

That’s when it’ll come.

Every corner I peer around,

Every creak that makes a sound,

By the fear I am bound

As it surrounds.

I know it’s there.

So,

I stay in my bed,

Cover my head,

Knowing,

It won’t go away,

No matter if I scream,

No matter what I say,

It’s coming, it’s coming,

I can’t escape.

I see its shape come through my door,

Gradually getting closer,

footsteps pounding on the floor.

It’s coming,

closer to me.

It sees me now.

And I see it clear.

Sensing my fear,

It leans close to my ear

and whispers to me gently:

“I’m here”