I Dress

She comes no matter the night from day. Scraping at the walls, deep inside my mind, with her silver tipped claws. I beg on my knees, leave me alone, I scream, please, please, please. She cares less for my believes, and for the trees, what is leftto my right, is mere the burned out leaves. When the dark of the moon shines in my room, I can hear her shrieks. She laughs and screams, out of my dreams, she loves to hate the calling of my name. Out of the Ashes, she well rise, only the demons know forsure her size. I hear her when I am alone, she crawls on all my walls, sending shivers through every single of my owned bones. I hide away, under the covers, I scream for my mother, or any other brother. But it is too late, it isonly Kate. She is my shadow of real late, and in my house,oh yes, she wears, THE DRESS. What a relieve, wetting your pants do take your mind away from stress. O yes.