Watcher

The trees watch. They watch from above, below, forwards, backwards, diagonally. You don't notice, look into their souls, see them for what they are. They don't want you to, they eliminated the chance of it long ago.

Never try to find their eyes, it leads to madness, madness to knowledge, knowledge to truth, truth to him. He leads to fear, terror, pain.

You are driving down a road, he stands, watching, leering, never moving, never breathing, never starting. Never starting.

Never stop, don't think about it, just keep moving. But always watch him, never take your eyes off of him, for that way leads to lies, deceit.

I watch, close to you, protecting, never stopping, eyes never closing, never sleeping. I keep the voice inside your head running, always running, always running. Very close to you, unseen, behind a thin veil.

The chase begins a new, the sickness begins to thrive, but he cannot face you. He is one of them, one of the trees, never look into his soul, never let you, never.

He watches.