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...)