The death of a friend

The wind howls somewhere outside as the window shakes and shivers with fright

The house is alive or so it seems, more a nightmare than a living dream

The clock strikes three and still awake, i sit up on the bed and try to count sheep

But there is always a black one that scares me to death, destroying all hope and my will to live

I jump under the covers torch in hand and pretend for a moment im in a foreign land 

But the sound of the wind always brings it back, God help me the sheep are braced for attack

BAA BAA BA BANG The horror the terror its happening again, am i insane,am i right in the brain?

Surely its just the wind and the rain?

I sit still for a moment still under the covers, not tired at all wide awake for my troubles

I hatch up a plan so i can reach the bathroom, water on my face might shake this delousion

I throw off the covers and  rise to my feet, the room as cold as a tomb ,my body beneath

Slightly warm but losing heat, slowly filling my soul with grief

I begin to walk tip toing along as my shadow from the lamp climbs the wall

I reach the door and gaze into the hall and get the terrible feeling that something is wrong

Could it be the darkness the emtyness a wiryness of soul, a friend who died i wont let go

That could explain my fear off the night, but why be afraid of what youve loved in life?

I thus concluded that was no answer at all and procceded to walk down the hall

I stopped halfway and gazed behind as the house seemed to sway, is it living does it have a mind?

Is it sapping my will to live?  onward to the bathroom enough of this, i walk faster while quickining my pace

as i open the door my heart starts to race as i stare into void off limitless space