Hidden
In our shadows
Something like a madness.
We cannot see it
But we know its there.
Each time we are alone
In a room
or at night
Outside
We seem to think
That a pair of eyes
And hungry teeth
Keep watching
And waiting
Until we turn our backs to them
And then they strike
And end our lives.
Or that is
What we think
When our twisted minds
Are lost in fog
And we forget
That walls exist
And we think
We are somewhere else...
