The Touch Of Fear
Have you ever felt the touch of fear
On nights so all alone
Sitting tensely in a spot
Waiting for some ghastly moan
To occur but silence coats the room
You feel like something's waiting
Just waiting in the gloom
As I was walking down a street
Through the broken slums
To get somewhere a bit faster
I began to hear some ugly hums
Coming from a crumbled home
Beat down by time's fist
Where something horrific roams
I didn't want to venture there
But the sounds drew me in
Where I saw something so evil
Seeing it must be a sin
Its face was a jumble of freakish teeth
With a black tongue that slivered
Over two blank white eyes beneath
Then shrieks escaped its repulsive maw
That sounded like some unholy music score
Of tortured screams of people
That it had eaten before
Then the white eyes became alive
And somehow forced me to stare
At them, which made my stomach dive
In those eyes I saw unbearable things
Of men being ripped apart
Of drinking of blood and eating of gore
And that was just the start
Then I was thrown into its jaws
By some unknown force
That felt like gnarled claws
After much pain and ripping sounds
I was cast into the cold
Where I live breathing my last
A lone and forgotten mold
I think I know what gave me fright
What killed and tortured I
I think that fear itself murdered me tonight
Now on nights all so alone
Void of anybody but you
You hear a sound and become afraid
Don't deny it, it could be true
It could be fear lurking around
Waiting for you to dismiss it
So it then can pounce without a sound.
- Roger Bergeron.