12:00 at Night

12:00 at Night


12:00 at night is when I stray,
From the day’s mask—fun and play.


A sliver of a shadow outside my door,
Its breath so cold, it chills my core.
It lingers there, eager for more,
To see what acts I have in store.


Screeching scratches on my window sill,
The scythe of Grim, waiting still.
Not through nature, nor from being ill,
But perhaps just a few sleeping pills.


But in the morning, my mask awaits,
Smiling at me and all my hate.
One day is coming when all call it fate,
But sooner or later, that day may be too late.