Waiting

*I'm writing this at 11:54 PM. Judge me all you like, but this is a bit more sinister than my usual stuff...*

The sun has long abandoned me,
replaced by the silver moon.
And I know that It is coming,
It is coming soon.

The night outside is watching,
the gentle winds mock and growl.
And I can hear It coming,
I can hear It prowl.

The clock is faintly ticking,
the air is still with fear.
And I sense that It is close,
I sense that It is near.

My heart is slowly beating,
ignorant of the gloom.
And It will surely end me,
It will drag me to my doom.

Will It cut my heartstrings,
with It's razor claws?
Will the sleeping night,
be filled with It's roars?

I should be dead my now.
Why is It not here?
Why am I still breathing?
I was sure it would appear.

Is It just lurking,
Waiting for the right time?
Or could It have pardoned,
The many sins that were mine?