Like a thousand of sharp eyes,
Glaring back at me from out of nothing,
But pure darkness.
Deeper, than deep itself.

I can't watch.
Nor can I sleep.
Knowing that they are watching me,
Seeing every move I make.

She hasn't come back.
She knows, sees my frightened tears,
But does nothing to help,
Nor does anyone.

The dread.
Don't let them see the glimpse.
It's where it all starts.
The glimpse of dread in your very eyes.

The horror, the horror...