Night Stalker

Seeping through cracks and crevices adrift in shroud,
Out loud it beckons once. 
Nerves shredded, I gaze through clasped hands, it stands, silhouette, notorious, faceless, it calls to me once,
‘Are you asleep?’
My eyes welded shut, fused, abused I feel,
Sealed in a tomb of incessant, cadence, hence I cannot speak, I seek to leave.
It tests my mettle, less settled I feel and reel under my sheets, salient, something creeps, feeling belittled, riddled in fear, brittle.
Paralysis insists I stay in lay, in shock and fear,
Sincere as the cold morning air, numb to the feeling and yet I care, whispers in my ear,
‘You know nothing of me!’
Sheets removed, fingers in groove,
A thousand thoughts per second intrude,
Nothing, emptiness, and then a friend, a familiar face I reach out to embrace and then gone! 
Summoned, eyes still peering,
I cannot see thee. 
I know that you watch me, intrigued by me. 
You are my Demon!