Walking at midnight
Saw a terror at hindsight
Neither He or she but an it
Can’t handle what was seen
Made my teeth grit
It was neither fat nor lean
Or maybe something in between.
Darkness never deemed as such a fright
It can’t be conquered even with might
Oh i’m shivering in this night
I want to run but time seemed to be still
slowly it approaches me
its presence growing, what a chill.
How will i handle something i can’t seem to understand
Now i wait, mercy is at its hand.