The Dark

The dark holds many things
Nightmares, demons, all of our fears 
The thought of these stings
Often stimulating many tears
 
The darkness isn't something to mess around
It may decide to torment you for the rest of your life
It might take you beneath the ground
Or sneak up and puncture you with a knife
 
The dark is made to kill all our happiness and joy
To destroy our hope and leave us defenseless to the nightmares 
This darkness is no toy
It's just a big sign that no one cares..
 

Comments

TheGirlInTheCorner

I really like it, just wow

Crackhousecook

Thanks! that means a lot

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