morning

one day you awoke
the cold winter breeze
drags itself though the curtain
leaving a thin ray
of gray dayligh
slip into your eyes
it hurts and spins
your head...
you get up staring the wall
but the trembling wall calls your atention
more than the headache
or is it your mind ?
you wonder until...
tum tum tum !
they knock the door
who is it ?
you ask
uhsuahsuahsahsuahsu
AUHSAUSHAUSHAUSHAUSH
IIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA
they awnser...
surprised and scared
you slowly walk back
eyes wide open
there's no way you'll blink
but you hit the desk
and the sound stops
you sudenly hear
the sound of nails scratching the floor
of light hasty steps
soft murmurs comes closer and closer
like curious mad insolent children
with insidious intentions
GET OUT !!!!
you scream
...
no awnser but the echoes
of your insanity
an acute sound increases in time
like a buzzer, a warning
while all go round
and you turn around
there's no ground
beneath there's only shadows
it doesn't matter what you do
they'll haunt you
like an old hound
carved with pain
 AND...
like a waning moon showing itself
from the hiding clouds
a big smile reveals irony
beautifull dawn isn't it ?
this mirror of lamentations
that would send back
the gloom of stubborness
and the door of acceptance
that leads to the sea of years
that will eternally keep it's tide