Kerosene hands

The shadows echo. they chatter and laugh, at me as the night has begun. I lay arrested down down on my bed. A mocking breeze comes along, a cold silence in the back of my head. A comforting Numbness like being drowned. The fear strikes. I fight back. in my head. You come along. glaring down at me. I wonder who you are? a sinner or a fool. perhaps a fool for haunting me. your hands touch my flesh. colder than ice. you are a monster I thought. but still I reach out and hug you. why? I don't know