He is there, like every night, at the door of my room, the only thing I can do is wrap myself up to my nose, watching him fixedly, afraid that he will approach me. Every time I turn off the lights, he appears, since I was a child, he has followed me for years, sometimes when I walk among crowds, I feel him, I feel his shadow on my right shoulder.
When I talked about him the first time, people saw me as crazy ... I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy.
I was prescribed drops to sleep, stories of children before going to bed, antiallergic, now, I can only lie down myself in my bed and pray to any entity that comes to my mind looking for it to serve so that he does not approach me.
He has entered my dreams, he has sought to lock me up, take me for himself but I refuse, I do not want his cold black claws to touch me. He locked me in a dream, in a soundproof room, in an empty white room, he was nothing, I was in nothingness, I shouted, I shouted, I looked for some way to hit the walls but there was nothing, I walked without stopping and there was no wall, it sobs uncontrollably, I knew what my biggest fear was, the emptiness.
If you are reading this, I am waiting for you tonight, I hope that you present yourself with all your height, with your cold claws, tonight comes to retaliation, I may be afraid of you but you are not more than me, nor am I so small for to face you, after all, you are a product of my imagination.