• Dread

    When you’re alone,
    When you’re in the dark,
    There’s that feeling.
    That feeling that you can’t get rid of.
    There’s that nagging feeling.
    The nagging feeling that something’s coming.
    That something’s coming.
    The hair on the back of your
    Neck rises.
    It rises.
    When the sharp wind hits you,
    When a tree branch catches onto you,
    You think something’s going to happen.
    In your mind,
    That nagging voice comes back.
    It keeps warning you.
    Telling you.
    Something’s coming.
    When you hear footsteps in the dark,
    When you hear the
    Drip.
    Drip.
    Drip.
    Of water echoing loudly,
    It’s coming.
    You tell yourself it’s nothing.
    That it’s nothing really.
    Just nothing.
    It’s getting closer.
    When you’re heartbeat is the only thing,
    The only thing you hear.
    Bum bum.
    Bum bum.
    Bum bum.
    That nagging voice is yelling now.
    The hair on the back of your
    Neck rises.
    It rises.
    That something’s getting closer.
    That nagging voice is screaming now.
    But you’re alone.