Awake

At night this place changes,I hear a rustling inside the walls,a random bump in the night.Long winter nights are eerily quiet.So quiet,I can audibly hear my heart beating,which gets louder because I feel like somthing is watching me.I try to drown out the fear with man-made things,but it dosent work because I then feel a cold draft pass over my body,then i think I sense a shadow of movement and I look over but there is nothing there.The pitch black darkness is almost unreal.It has become a part of me.When I was younger,this forlorn place would scare me rigid with terror,but now it almost dosent phase me at all.I just lie here awake and listen to my breathing.These nights eerily blanketed in moonlight that gives no light used to scare me,but now I want it to be a part of me.I want to go out and dance in the darkness.The fear is almost completely gone.This forlorn,eerie place has changed me,so I just lie here awake and listen to the things that used to scare me.Those things have become my friends because they are always there listening to my heartbeat.The shadows are shy friends.I see them out of the corner of my eye,but when I turn my head,They hide from me,Then return uexpectedly.They are loyal friends that return every night I am awake.The part of me that wants these things to stop the torment is slowly dying inside as the darkness takes over and now it is a part of my thoughts even when I am awake.