A dark spot on the wall
Where light does not fall
My eyes from it I cannot shift
And my gaze from it will not drift

It is but a speck, a little dot
But look away from it I cannot
It knows my name and knows my soul
Thus I stare a while longer until it becomes a hole

Wider it now grows and ever deeper does it become
Nothing to be heard around me but a steady constant hum
Like whispering shadows and ghosts and things that lurk inside
And if into that dark spot I can climb then I have found a place to hide