They wait
At night they appear, laughing
Their gnarled teeth grinding a song
of tortured memories
Reaching out with hands cold as death
they grab you
Your blood turns to ice
as gripping fear takes hold
Eyes shut in vain attempts to secure
Squeezed tight in the hope
that out of sight is out of mind
But the mind is where they dwell

Clenched fists in agony and remorse
Trembling hands grasping for a stronghold
blindly searching for a path out of this abyss
Cold fear takes hold as you realize
the battle is lost
The fanged teeth of those waiting memories
sink deep into flesh drenched in sweat
The salt from your skin is like sweet nectar to this vile beast
Your fear satiates the hunger...
agony fueling its purpose
You strive to forget,
this is your only real weapon against them...it...this beast

Sweet oblivion will not come
There is no letting go,
they are with you forever
The promise of daylight offers hope,
but little reprieve
Because yet again
    ...they wait