Faeries

They've come to me again
To dig their claws into my skull.
They whisper sweet nothings,
And to my fate, I am lulled.

It's like I'm always their doll
In their toy chest of schemes.
The Fae, they do haunt me,
But I'm safe in my dreams.

Trees whisper my name softly,
And the green grass giggles.
My veins throb like a puppet
Strings a dark red squiggle.

It's heavy around my neck,
Like a weighted collar on a pet.
The Fae are now here for me.
In the darkness they collect.

Author's Note

I wrote this, for reference, during an extremely paranoid moment. I laugh reading it now, but it was jarring, to say the least.