Being Watched

Being Watched

You feel,
the hairs stand on the back of your neck.
You reel,
but stand alone on the parking deck.
Your keys,
turn and start the car's engine.
You ease,
your mind's persistent naggin'.
You turn,
the volume up until finally
You burn,
your subconscious warnings away.
You arrive,
home, and rush past foreboding silence. Within,
your hive,
you ignore warnings with blaring noise again.
You hate,
a second of life without sound.
Your fate,
screaming for you to look around.
You don't,
feel stares burning your body full of holes.
You won't,
listen or look at the signs your soul shows.
You pop,
pills that put you into a deep sleep.
You drop,
onto a pillow without a peep.
You failed,
to notice those eyes that were stalking you every day,
You're nailed,
into your coffin. Ignorant of being its prey.