Tick tock, tick tock

I scare myself.
I am the ghost in the walls
The shadow in the halls
I am the nighttime terrors
Merely holding off the tremors
I am the darkness
I am the light
And too many things blind the sight

I hide myself.
Inside books
Inside towers
Inside words
Inside extraordinary powers
Inside torn photographs
Inside faded music notes

I find myself.
Wrapped up in sheets
Covered in silence
Dressed up to the nines
Naked and torn under the lines

I dance myself to exhaustion.
Sweat 
Blood
Tears

I cry myself to sleep.
Soaked shirt
Soaked pillow
Tired eyes
Tired heart