ALONE

Black ice on black nights when the stars have all fled

and the only things moving are things that are dead

and the shimmering darkness can fill you with dread

it’s a good time not to be alone.

Cold dark and damp dark can freeze up your breath

and speed up your heart beat for a handshake with death

when the harsh light of no light leads you down the wrong path

it’s a good time to not be alone.

When the demons are wilding and there is no relief

and the door locks aren’t holding against impending grief

when evil presses inward like a persistent thief

it’s a good time to not be alone.

Predators surround you in human disguise

pretending to be safe, pretending to be wise

all they while they watch you with bloodthirsty eyes

just waiting for you to be alone.