Webs are spinning,
I can hear them,
The whisperers are whispering my name.
What are these shadows that creep from the dark?
They’re driving me insane.
There’s something out there but I can’t see it,
I know it’s far from reach,
Yet I feel it coming,
I tell but cannot speak.
It’s there in the corner, it’s right behind me,
It’s here inside my head
But no one will listen
And no one will see it
Too late, I guess you’re dead.
Copyright© RMC Jan 2018 Daily prompt