Whsipers

I open my eyes to nothing but pitch black,
I feel ice cold chills running down my back.
I feel an eerie presence lurking around,
I hold my breath, careful not to make a sound.
My body is frozen as the result of my fright,
I fear the most that which has no sight.
I'm trying to figure out where I am,
is this the underworld, the land of the damned?
I try my best to stay still,
my bravery becomes ill.
I sense a lingering presence right behind me,
not turning back, afraid of what it might be.
Then I hear his voice, so deep and so low,
devoured by terror, my anxiety begins to grow.
Dread crashes down as he whispers in my ear,
"you can never escape us, you belong here."
His whispers haunt me to the core of my soul,
this morbid nightmare has taken its toll.
His fingers slowly rap around my arm,
my heart jumps, I become alarmed.
His whispers constantly replay in the back of my mind,
the identity of the unknown, I can't bring myself to find.
But as I slowly and quietly release my breath,

I begin to think maybe the whispers belong to death.