WiTcHiNg HouR

Midnight…my witching hour. It’s silent in my house…u hear not a sound but the TICK TICK TICK of the clock. It’s deafening to the inner mind. Almost like a timed bomb ready to tick that last tock until everything is blown to pieces. 

It’s almost like a crazy lullabye being sung by the grim reaper to lull u to eternal sleep. I fight the urge to sleep…afraid of losing consciencness…scared of who will be waiting to greet me on the other side of reality. Fearing of who will be walking around in my unconscience mind whispering in my minds eye of past n present. Fearing that my eyes will never re-open n falling into my demise.