They come and attack. At nights. Slowly, crawling, don't know from where, maybe from the ajar window, maybe during the day dropped by the green birds with the red heads onto my balcony. They hide and wait and seek in darkness the path to my sheets, climb up and attack, attack my dreams...They think I am asleep...but I never sleep. So, these foolish little midgets filled with past, as they climb up, I wait in the darkness to haunt..bit by bit i eat them, they scream in silence, I laugh in darkness.
