The glass broke with a shattering noise
Looking around, I hear no voice
Not a soul but me

The phantoms have sprung up
Making their way through the madness of the place
Run for your lives
Before they eat you alive
Fear is what they feed on
Terror is their domain

I was standing blindfolded
I ran towards it but could not control it
They sped past me
In different shades
Dark and bright
In many ways grey

The inky black space that threatened to swallow me
I longed to be happy fresh and free

The phantoms are closing in
Devouring my thoughts
Giving in
I think no more