Thieves Of Essence

hieves of Essence Waking minutes filled with knowing anxiety. Dense with hours of waiting, tensed & fetal. The creatures creep closer; a rigid morbidity Caged within their gait so feral. Their steps ticking 'pon the wood Keeping a sinister synchronicity with the lurking clock. For all my heart has withstood These dark thieves do flit and stalk. Delicately plucking away my essence Their fingers deftly defile the soul. Leaving only damp, filthy smudges on my presence. My essence left wanting as theives take their toll. Pilfering pinpricks of ghouls Orphans my panicked soul. Their banal clicking only fuels