There are faces
in the way the curtains fall.
There are faces.
in the shadows on the wall.
There are faces
in the carpet, on the floor.
There are faces
right outside the bedroom door.
Watch them grimace,
watch them sneer
as you’re cowering in fear.
There are fingers
tapping on the window pane.
There are fingers
reaching right inside your brain.
There are fingers
poking from the chest of drawers.
There are fingers,
far too many to ignore.
Feel them reaching,
feel them prying,
they will grab if you start crying.
There are voices
in the clicking of the light.
There are voices
in the gentle hush of night.
There are voices
in the crackle of the trees.
There are voices.
in the cackle of the breeze,
and they’re coming straight from hell.
So night-nighty then. Sleep well.
