I see it every night
It holds fears unimaginable inside
In my mind, it shifts
In my waking its fear-induced paranoia
I can hear its call from the basement
Yet, every time I have the gall to try to check
I hear its voice at the door & I’m unable to answer it.
When I sleep again
Assuming it is actually asleep I am
I can see its black void staring at me
The steps that spiral down
A black void welcoming me instead
Some nights I swear…I hear it saying
Some nights I debate doing just that
…what might happen if I did?
Just as I’m about to take that step
Assuming I’m awake that is.
The black void has no name
I think it an abyss
A portal to another reality.
A night ago I was sure I was going insane
I’m quite sure it said my name.
I remember laughing as I pinched my skin
Then it said my na-
*Blood soaks the rest*
–It Has No Name-