No one stares back in the mirror I've finally faded to nothing Am I finally taking up
Keeping Silent
Screams in the night are ignored As people turn away It's no business of mine
Overtaken
I watch as a spectator As my body Goes through the motions
The Hour is Upon Us
It's late at night Almost witching hour And the silence
Rebound
He was supposed to be dead But there he stood with sightless eyes Still in the clothes we buried him in
It was All a Dream
She startled awake And screamed herself hoarse As she rocked in the corner
Buried Alive
Dirt in my mouth Nowhere to spit it out The dirt keeps pouring it
Jump Scare
Seems a bit Like a horror movie I keep waiting
Painted in Blood
This house is built on cruelty To its very foundation No amount of cleaning
The Times has Come
Angel of death waits patiently She need not rush No appointment is ever missed
Fragment of a Figment 