Mist Men

Have you ever seen them?

I have..

They come in the night when the crickets don't dare call out.

Cold eyes watching you from outside your windows..

Pray you never have to see The void in their eyes..

My son calls them the Mist Men..

But I know what they are.. I know..

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It starts with the tricks, things not where you left them..

A fleeting glimpse of something in your peripheral.

Tall and slender, lurking beyond the confines of your sight.

Yes it starts with these games..

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And then the by-products of something you haven't experienced yet..

Or dont remember anyway..

This part starts with migraines.. Paranoia amasses and the anxiety starts to take over.

You can feel them watching from the woodlines.

Scars find their way into your skin. Which crawls from the nightmaric flashes of a blocked memory....

They toy with you. They LET you see them. Sending you into perpetual fear.. Out of the shadows.. One steps into view and you're a victim of terror.

These are the Mist Men..

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You can't stop them..

They come when you are sleeping.

Taking time from you.

Taking your innocence.

You can't stop them..

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Have you ever been alone at night? Waking up to a silent room with no clue as to why?

Or feel like something was just in the room you walked into?

Have you ever forgot what you were doing..

If so then it's too late..

They've already taken you.

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Sometimes we begin to remember the trauma..

experience pieces of what they've done..

And if so, you'll know like me that..

these are the Mist Men..