It's never quiet there
Music screams so soft a tune
You say you never feel alone
With the TV watching you

^^ This actually..kinda stung to read. Like, it felt personal. That whole, somebody wriggled into my box of things not to be wriggled in...

The creaking in the hallway
Oh that's just the wind
But you grasp the blankets tighter
Cause you can't sleep again

^^ Random fact: i can't sleep without a blanket on top of me. and i think it's because it feels.....safer, somehow.

The scratching on the window
Tell yourself it's just a tree
A shudder down your skin
Is the monster underneath

^^ the last two lines i read a couple different ways, actually. it could be the scratching on the window is the monster...or the shudder underneath your skin..

Dear Reader, does it scare you?
The voices in your head
The sound you hear all around you
Speaking to you in bed

^^ yes.

The ticking in the living room
The dripping bathroom sink
The whispers in your lullabies
Your thought you never think

^^ remember the other night, how i said whispering is creepy...yeah, it is. it's like....awful, really. because it's always the things that get whispered are the things that should go unsaid. for the most part.

Toss and turn in your sleep
The whispers sing a sound
Laughing, ashes ashes
We all
Fall
Down

^^ i like how you did these last three lines...

goodjob, jesse, as always...

Heck yes,
dang LOVE this poem
oh, such little things like that haunt me everynight, but somtimes it isnt just the tree scratching at the window

5/5 over 5/5 actually