Waiting

Waiting for a person to be at the door
There is no knock knock
But a silent shuffule of people walking
The telephone rings, a mixed up identity
Night creeps up, yet no sign of that black moon
Surrounded by clouds and flakes,just ticks and tocks of a watch
Light me up it says but no light is present
Can u find me a light that will shine on
Instead of turning off at heated moments
Playing mind games instead of being just
Retreating from the truth, and throwing lies
Hiding your face with a mask, but halloween has ended
And your true self is not hidden anymore