Sitting still, as still can be,
Knowing that I cannot see,
Anything behind of me.
Hear the creaking ever closer,
But there sit, and do not stir;
Wait for something to occur.
Close, so close , that I can feel,
Breath behind. Almost surreal.
Longing for a screams’ repeal!
Silence but for the soft sound,
As evils’ heart does pound and pound,
In my ears the beats resound!
The terror comes o’er in whole,
A terror without console,
Begetting a tormented soul.
Hand quickly seizes my arm,
So sudden as to cause alarm,
Which foreshadows coming harm.
Frozen. Too scared to make a move,
This vision I must now remove,
For all things to improve.
With a spark of strength I turn,
To see what I cannot discern,
‘Bout this vision that does burn.
Black, cold, and bitter sights,
Fill my heart with dreadful frights,
And a blaze inside ignites.
K. Aldaya, 10/28/04
Picture: “Rabid” by Charles Bodi: http://www.charlesbodi.com/; http://ridemypony.com/index.php/2007/11/16/rabid/
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
