Outside my windows, figures creep,

They wait for me to fall asleep.

They chain me to darkness, where no light is found,

Unleashing their terror, free and unbound.

They are much more than mere shadows at play,

They’re sinister beasts, and I am their prey.

Evil incarnate, they haunt my soul,

With malice intentions, consuming me whole.

I see them lurking, with eyes aglow,

In the twisted dance of the shadows' flow.

Their forms contorted, twisted and vile,

Fueling my terror mile by mile.

I am not safe within these walls,

Their whispers echo in empty halls.

They feed off my fear, they feed off my pain,

The beasts will not sleep until I’m insane.

Every rustle, every creak,

Eyes shut tightly, I dare not to peek.

For I know they're watching, waiting still,

To claim my mind, to bend my will.

Terrified, I cling to fading light,

As the figures haunt me through the night.

I cannot be saved, don’t bother to pray,

In this twisted game, I’m forced to play.