cold dark corner

There's a cold, iced dark corner
in the back of my mind,
it speaks to me
and threats that is coming for me.

lying in my bed
in a fatal position,
my eyes are shut
A feared of what hides in the shadows.

One day my dreams will come true,
Someone will come and save me from my insanity.

The corner keeps talking
 Laughs and says your I'm going to die and none will save you,
all I can do
is lie there and cry.

As the corner gets closer
and takes me in,
my soul starts to burn 
as so does my skin.

My bones shall lie there
turning to dust,
my bed surrounding
nothing but rust.