Eyes Peering from the Closet (I Am)
In closets dark where monstrous eyes reside,
Their hungry gaze slinks through the deepest gloom,
Each blink a threat, where shadows softly slide,
And nightmares crawl from the corners of the room.
The night is thick with phantoms we’ve defied,
Yet here they come, igniting our doom.
The monsters creep where they’ve no right to be,
And terror’s claws grasp tight where none can see.
With every creak, the fears inside are fed,
Those vacant eyes, they pierce the soul like knives.
No sanctuary from the unseen dread,
The dark reveals the beast where reason dives.
Their whispering breaths on our necks are spread,
Each one a fiend that through the shadows thrives.
The closet’s grip holds secrets left unspoken,
Where every dream of safety’s surely broken.
A chill runs deep as claws rake through the dark,
While eyes like embers burn through every crack,
The space between our peace and terror stark,
The monsters’ breaths are foul upon our back.
A rustling sigh, a sound that leaves its mark,
A slip of sanity, no time to act.
Our hearts race madly, trapped in this vile game,
The horrors from the closet keep their claim.
Each flicker of their eyes reflects our fright,
No sleep can quell the dread that eats away,
They haunt the edges of our fearsome night,
And turn our safest places into fray.
In shadows, every fear takes terrifying flight,
And sanity’s a price we cannot pay.
Those eyes, those creatures from our deepest fears,
Will haunt our dreams with their eternal sneers.
No comfort comes when darkness starts to creep,
These monstrous eyes will find us through the dark,
The monsters from our nightmares do not sleep,
They prowl and snarl, and leave a ghastly mark.
The closet’s horrors into waking seep,
Each night, a scream is sparked by their remark.
With every glance, our safety’s torn asunder,
In closets deep, we find our fears plundered.
Thus, when the night with monsters starts to gleam,
And closets whisper with their ghastly calls,
Remember that the darkness fuels the dream,
Where monsters lurk in shadowed, silent halls.
Our safety’s but a fleeting, fragile scheme,
The horror of those eyes on us enthralls.
In closet’s dark, where unseen demons hide,
Our fears awake, and sanity’s denied.