The Second Stair From the Top (Part 1)

I always start twisting your mind with the eloquence of imagination, causing fear to mound up like the scum that collects around a storm drain, building up on your mind, making you not know what to believe. That branch scratching on your window in the night time breeze, well that's not me, but it's nice, helping me set the mood. Ah but those dizzy spells you've been having, now that's me, reaching my incorporeal hand into your skull, tainting the liquid surrounding your brain with my shadowy presence. When you lay down at night, all cozy and safe, drifting off into a deep slumber, with that extension of me swirling around in your head, dreams coelesing into a deeper substance, a feeling of terror, small and timid at first, starts bouncing around in your heart, feeling builds to emotion gradually strengthening, stirring muscles, bringing paranoia into the picture, before you know it your running full tilt and getting nowhere. You know something's there, (me), walking nonchalantly, within the darkness sucking in your soul, like reeling in a little fish, having more fun letting you run on the line than actually pulling you in.