The man in my room
Its dark and the moon hangs high. Wolves are howling under the bright light. I sit alone and wonder if this man is true. The old man standing in the corner of my room. His words sounds like whispers but very clear. He sounds like he’s speaking right next to my ear. His dark figure is so high and eyes like blood red. Is he really there? Or is it all in my head. His hands so boney and long like sticks. His smile so evil he says his name is Mitch. Mitch is a demon that’s what I was told. He’s waiting and hungry for my lovely soul.
(2013)
