lurking
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The late darkness consumed the bright outdoors, feeling the emptiness.
Continuing to walk the once brightly trail now covered in fear.
Over the far distance, there was a quick rustling within the leaves.
"The shadows are long
The shadows are dark
They always lurk
They leave no mark
The shadows are big
The shadows are deep
The shadows fall
As the world sleeps
The shadows return
It stands just past the edge of my vision,
A thought, a shadow, a fear
But it’s got no ground, no provision
To retain a presence so near
If all to be afraid of is fear
I notice you like my things
And it's nice....but it's also frustrating
You seem to just like things that relate to me
Dude, do you even read my shit?
I put a lot of thought into everything I share
