Creeping in the Dark

In the dark, they creep.
Vine-like arms, seek
prey like you.

Innocence is lost at dusk,
your mind is reduced to a husk,
behind eye’s bars, you are stuck.

Sinking restraints crept.
Holding you in place.
Trying again to make you fade.

Moonlight shines at the window
illuminating your scared face,
trembling limbs, shedding leaves, discase.

Shivering air suffocates,
the pressure starts to ache
it comes from everywhere –

and you won’t escape.

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