There's someone watching as I lay in my bed
There's someone watching, it's not in my head
My body lies flat and I can not move
I see a figure in the corner of my room
It moves towards me and I still lie there
The figure is now above me, just staring.
It's not doing anything, just staring.
He's silent. Why won't he say anything. Why is he staring?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
someone watching and it is the truth