Sitting here, all alone by myself
Feeling as scared as I've ever felt, perhaps even more
What is that, footsteps outside my door?
Waiting for someone to emerge from the darkness

They thrive on my fear, this I know
But I can't help being scared
So far away from safety
And so close to my fear

Come, someone, rescue me from my fear
I cry this outloud, although no one hears
No one hears, for they are all fast asleep
Fast asleep, for it is the midnight hour.

~CLH, 6-24-99

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