Screeching on my bedroom door
Running footsteps on my hall
Giggling, calling
Chanting songs of childhood memories
Stumbles on my staircase floor
Rolling down they fall
Thud, drumming
Thousand eyes behind the trees
Machines on work
Television on
Radio in search of station
Lights on and off
I am crouched at the corner of my bed
Tightly my eyes shut like an automated lock
Hands covering my ears
And shivers from my barefoot
I hear them!
There are thousands and hundreds coming!
Dawn! Dawn! Come oh please!
Save me!
Save me.
