My head turning in a panic

I’m acting little manic

I thought I saw a shadow, a figure

It was huge, a giant…perhaps even bigger

People say I am going crazy

My wits are gettinng hazy

But, I know what I’m seeing

Supernatural, fantastical beings

Vast, stupendous figures in the gloom

Sometimes I see them in my room

They wake me in the dead of night

Shake me and give me a fright

Long and pointy squalid nails

Touching my pale frozen face

Dead-bodied, rigid, tense

These are not my friends

I often try to close my eyes

Still, from void they arise

Terror-struck and jittery I feel

This can not be real

And yet, forms, breathing frozen air

Wet, blackened, grimy hair

People think I tell tall tales

But, they have clammy ugly face

They will never leave my mind

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

I’m theirs, no escaping…at least I tried.