Remember the ghost
remember the shadowy figure
in the corner of your room
sitting there quietly
watching you
laughing as you cower
you cover your head with your blanket
but it seems the ghost has come closer
you can see it through the cloth
you take the blanket away
the ghost flies away with it
but you can still see it
and the more you stare
the more he grows closer
you can try to sleep
but when you close your eyes
he is still there, but only his face
And when you turn on the lights
you see nothing
but he’s still there
watching, snickering
enjoying your pain
and you know it too
you can hear him
hear him making that noise
that insistant noise _
silence
the most annoying of all sounds
and you can hear him humming slowly
reminding you, stalking you, telling you
to never forget, that silence is nothing but
the humming of a ghost
and to always be afraid