Losing coherence

I know I'm starting to lose coherence lately.

Well, I haven't been entirely honest with you. See, when I said the stranger's face was blurred by the flash, I knew what really happened. The camera revealed the truth.

And I've been losing sleep. I mean, how am I supposed to sleep when no matter where I go there's a stranger staring at me, no matter what time I go to bed I hear something whispering to me and dragging something metallic across the ground as its dark shape moves away?

I'm not imagining things.

Or at least, I wasn't.

faces/claws

your face is not your face

your name is not your name

where should lie empty space

to fill it is a shame

the claws are sharp

the night is dark

there is nothing to fear

but what you strain to hear

Still here

He's still here.

I moved back to my parents' home and standing outside the window, one I used to imagine monsters peering into when I was little, is the stranger. He keeps watching me, but nobody else even knows he's there.

Why is this happening to me?

Why is this happening at all?