Angst At Night

Angst in the night A nebulous soul was looking for a body to possess, I was in a cocoon of dread pressed down could not breaths The thing, this being was stealing lungful of air. Terror is a kitchen in a basement, with a floor made of rough planks from sunken ships, white as the bones of dead mariners It has no smell, Colourless, And bloodless. I got up and lit the night- light, the room was ice cold the dog came with her body gave me warmth. This misty being had tried to take my body its hunger for life was endless. In the morning sunlight warmed my face my dog had come from the past and saved my life.