A Silhouette

In the chill of the night Dark Shadows creep the floors Doors bolted shut Windows lined with black smut I hear footsteps in the attic I see silhouettes of shadows running a muck There’s no way out In this house here I’m stuck What is it they want Are their souls all trapped In past lives, did they all once snap Thrown against a wall A painful pinch in my spine Silhouette hands A woman’s shape, so fine She has no eyes but I feel her stare I beg for life Please me just spare She owns my soul It’s no longer mine Robbed by a silhouette who’s Hands were once mine