Midnight Snacks

Lonesome waterdrops
dropping dead in the
middle of the night
thuds that show to
eyes that gleam
when you can't blink
sleep is just another
futile dream

silence cracks at midnight
from the pressure put forth
on the creaking door
a freaks footsteps follow
onto the floor

in the chaos
of all the sounds
hear the pin screaming
as it is falling
to the ground

the fever starts rising
the sirens they
start blazing
in the ambulance
the doctor
the patient
the medicine
they combine
the disease groping
for a new meaning

under the starry nights the
forked out shadows
left their bodies
and now lurk in
corners of the mind

waiting their turn
they know now
its their time
start to take their slow walk
reaching their final point
end point of
white blinding light
as the great
big sound screeches to a halt
plunge forward all together
in the dark

the pop-eyed eyes
huddled in the corner
holding onto the horror
as it unfolds
they are left
begging for more