Talking To The Night

Safe

Where I stay
I am not alone.
I am afraid,
But what I can't see,
Torments my mind.
I hear them running.

I won't let them catch me.
But they are changing me.

They change what i see.
What I hear.
Now I am in fear.

Their hands cling,
Pulling me in.
Pushing me above the din.
Into the silence,
Yet away from the violence.

They keep me up at night.
Whispering.
Lurking.
Mummering.
Crawling.
Talking.
Now walking.

Singing.
Yet sprinting.

I think they have a message.
Maybe they can't send it.
I know I am going to regret it.

Yet I feel safe when they run with me.
What are we both afraid of?
I don't understand.
What they want to feel.
How is this real.

I can feel them,
Behind me,
Right now.
Watching.
Waiting.

                                 For what I am yet to know.
They just seem to be putting on a show.

Safe.

Not something I feel often.
Always looking of my shoulder.
I'll never feel bolder.

I look and I can see.
Them.
In my room.
On the top of the stairs.
I am quite aware.
When they stare.

Cold eyes.
Long claws.
Wide jaw.
Dead skin.

Yet their voices are truly beautiful.
My night crawlers.
My Dead walkers.
We're in this together.