The fake truth.

I sit and lie wide awake in bed. Listening to the footsteps of a man that doesn't exist. I Hear this every night. I know it's fake. Yet something goes missing every night. But I will not admit to my wrongness. There is no one in my house. Too bad I didn't believe. I lie awake in bed again.  My door opens. I hear the boots on my wood floor. I don't look. I pull the covers over my head and turn the other way. Thinking of my psychopathic mind. And that I'm just producing sounds and images straight from my head. I turn back around and pull off the covers to be brave. Yet I still get the knife in my throat. And there he is. Standing. Real as a the sky. I don't scream. I don't beg for mercy. I don't say anything but "Why?"  And I hear one word "Hate" And immediately drop dead.

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