The Watcher
He's not a ghost, not a demon or ghoul.
Like an afterthought in the night.
He might be there, just out of sight.
You never truly see him.
When you look, he will be gone.
A shape where a human might be.
A shadow the mind fills too quickly.
No one ever saw the man, who lingered in their mind.
Only later, when it’s done.
They have run out of time.
You think of him a stranger.
Who isn’t there, but is.
He looks like no one.
Wears no face.
Exists where memory begins to fade.
He wanders the Earth, with no destination.
He does not know why.
The Watcher is the only witness.
You can’t escape his eyes.
Should you be the unlucky one,
your fate has already been sealed.
So, if while reading this
You feel that strange uncertainty,
Hovering in the corner.
Do not look. He’s here.
This line right here "Exists where memory begins to fade." brought so much dread to the point where you feel like you are running out of time to a presence you cannot escape. Its also my favorite line. Great job as always ✨
Sounds like my 3am NyQuil Sleep Paralysis Demon The thought of being watched at all times sends shivers down my spine (Even tho the NSA does it every day hehe). Very well articulated!