Fade To Fright

My bloodshot eyes search the darkness,
paranoid and fear-drenched thoughts filling in the blanks,
conjuring up images of despicable monsters in the shadows.

Terror tearing through my every cold-sweat flooded pore,
heartbeat pounding like an uncaring child's first attempt on a drum kit.
Erratic.  Irreverent.  Irrepressible. 

A frigid, unforgiving fog wrestles with reason,
visibility dwindles with hope itself.
Fight or flight. Fade to fright.