Terror

by James von Dielingen

I am the man with the chalky-white skin

With long yellow nails and large gruesome grin

I am the eyes glowing deep in the trees

With a low rumbling growl that weakens your knees

I am the face that you saw in the mirror

That’s gone in a glance and leaves you in terror

I am the tingle you feel on your neck

I pull softly away when you reach up to check

I am the one drooling puddles of spit

Just behind the door where the light isn’t lit

I am the footsteps you hear in the hall

When you’re home alone with no one to call

I am the doll sitting still on the shelf

That you know looked your way and sat up by itself

I’m every weird sound and each chilling aberration

And here's who I am, I’m your imagination