The Hookman

*my first thriller poem*

In the darkness
You should be afraid
No one knows what's out there
Searching for revenge
R a lost lover
Or the morality the world decease's
Instead of gains

Hear a noise
It is your imagination
A tree branch against the window
The wind in the streets
Or a shadow in the corner
Or something out there
A spirit haunting
It could be anywhere

Looking for anyone

Something you don't' notice
Or a light you don't bother turning on
If I were you I'd leave the light on at all times

Cause
Things can hide in the dark

Things linger in the night
Blind to the average eye
Or too keen to be spotted right before your eyes

A shadow at the door
A shadow you ignore
A sound you don't recognize in the faintness of the silence
And a feeling within that knocks our all sense with unexplainable fear

A shadow behind the door

An invisible shape
A supernatural form coming for you
Hidden were you don't look
And something you never see

Across your chest
His hook will emerge
Wondering amongst the skin
Digging deeper into your flesh

No one can identify the paranormal
What's lurking
Watching and carrying bloody thoughts
Waiting and preying
Invisible cloaking in the darkness

In your closest
Under the bed
Lurking behind the door
Hidden in the darkness of other shadows
Breathing softly and eyes on you
Hanging bloody hands with a weapon dripping blood

"Aren't you glad you never turned on the light"
Swiped on the wall
Written in blood

Across your chest
His hook will emerge
Wondering amongst the skin
Digging deeper into your flesh
Until you can scream no longer

*Idea emerged from Supernatural, Thank You Dean and Sam*