the chilling uneasiness,

creeping through my bones with a

plink of the piano.

anthems from the nightmare lands,

(-lullabies from a sleepwalker-)

sliding up and down my spine.

.

there is nothing lingering in the shadows

of my bookcase, or a pair of glowing eyes

under my bed, or red-tinted laughter

hovering over my ear. there is nothing.

there is nothing.

.

.

.

.

(lies, lies, lies...)