I know that you are scared
So I thrive on your fear
You pretend I don't exist
Try to make me disappear
I lurk in the dark
Got you thinking it's just your mind
Alone in the house
I might just get you this time
You try to free yourself from my restraint
You realize it's in vain
Cause your screaming is not audible
Escape is impossible!
But your effort is applaudable
If there is such a word
Will you live to discover?
I hear you breathing
And I reach to pull back the cover
You try to plea with me but all I know is hate
Meditative murderer
For weeks my victims I contemplate
I derive pleasure from seeing you dead
This is what happens when you eat before going to bed
The Alarm clock rings.
It is 5: 30 am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thankfully this has a whimpsy end. Good twist as it leads into dark poetry there comes th elight. Well penned.