BLACK IS FEAR

The colour when we close our eyes is like the hour of Halloween, when Dracula, devils and batman can be seen, funerals, haunting and murder too. Beware! Something might happen to me while rocking on my chair. Haunted houses in this stormy night, nasty ghost that gives me horrible frights; evil pirates, wicked witches, poisonous spiders that causes awful itches and mysterious happenings, illusions don’t quit playing in my mind. I heard the twang of guitar echoing in my head, sounds like murderous screams never to be heard again. The night when I’m all alone, seeing the pavement as bare feet hit the road where there is uncertainty. It feels like it’s just any day of the year but instead, it feels like my last day, like a cavity slowly decaying. Haunted by a deepening gloom like the heart of my cheating lover, giver of lies, taker of trust and the ash of destruction is screeching my life to a halt. Now, the sky is black as ink when thunder clapped angrily in the distance, the evil tree’s swaying with the strong wind, the window panes were talking as the wind blew through them, the door protested as it closed quickly and heavy rain started to patter on the roof. Time flew and I thought everything’s true, before I knew that my illusions is just deceiving my senses again.