The Disturbed

it's always there...

It watches you,

It ambitiously grins as you shudder from its dark presence

Your peripherals are entreated to false shadows 

As you impulsively whip your head in constant search of the entity

But there is no one there, your conscious adamantly states

Nothing but air, just you and only you

But the more you try to neglect and ignore

The more it pursues after your merciless soul

He will reside there, days long

While quietly murmuring his intriguing siren song

Inside the closet, at the foot of your bed, it lurks patiently with greedy eyes

Until you catch your last sight, the sight of your demise

Author's Note

Just experimenting with some free write to clear some thoughts and tension. At first, it was meant to be horror but it can be taken metaphorically as well. Think what you will of it. Thanks!