RED EYES PEERING DOWN ON ME

from the ceiling you watch me
curled up in my bed
you control me, but i want nothing to do with you
in a fetal position i sleep
the hairs on my neck stand
the darkness of my closet speaks to me
your eyes... red... in my ceiling
footsteps creap past my door
i can hear you, but i know it is all
in my head
in my head, it shall stay
and only in my nightterrors do you
show yourself to me

© 2004 thomas bates