Dark Room

Answering to your midnight prayers are shadows,

keeping you from well deserved peace of mind. 

They're everywhere. That is why I keep away from mirrors. 

Frantic eyes search the darkness until I go blind. 

They're singing outside. I can hear them in the wind.

Making me believe my soul is one that has sinned. 

Morning is waiting under the blackened hills.

Soon I will rest, soon I will feel light on my skin.

They will fade, ceasing to be the shadow that kills,

to become the familiar itch, scaring away within.

Reviews

[Ettol]

I feel like a vampire is involved?

[Alma W. Reis]

Maybe, all work is open to interpretation. But no vampires involved at the time I wrote this. Ghosts are more likely suspects.