Whispers

You turn around Still not sure there was a sound Breaths are shallow Footsteps silent heart is loud Turn around Almost certain something is here From the windows Storm is howling Rain is falling voices calling Go the other way To the cellar to the dark Hidden spaces, secret places Every way turn your eyes Evil faces You’re not safe Up the stairs Through the door you hear them come They’re around you They will find you They can see you in the dark On the TV on the news Through the walls the vents the pipes In the mailbox in your head In the air they try You want to get them out They get angry try to hurt you Try to scare you force you kill you Make them stop make them stop They get stronger they get louder Whispers darker You get weaker smaller lonely Though you know now they’re air The threats are real Get them out Make them stop You’ve got to make them stop Follow orders Get them out Make it stop