Eyes

The shadow in my house

At the foot of the stairs

The man with gray eyes

He whispers my name

“Soon.” He says

His voice death

In my room

Under the sheets

I can hear his whispers

Under my bed

The bodies’ rot

His spoils

Midwinter loss

Gloomy time

The shadow at my door

At the foot of my bed

The man with no eyes

“Soon.”

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