A Haunting Poem: It's Not The Darkness Scares Me Tis The Shadows I Cannot See
It's Not The Darkness Scares Me
It's not the darkness scares me
nor the night that always dawns.
A dusky sight that haunts me
behind closed curtains drawn.
The blackness, I do not fear.
Tis the shadows, I cannot see.
I know they lurk there.
They watch me from a distance
waiting for me.
Soulless, gargoyles
mercilessly.
I hear them softly call my name
I smell their breath,
sickly, sticky, sweet.
My mind is failing, slowly
I am going Insane.
I choose the madness
they will have me in death.
Soft tapping on my window pane
Tap, tap, tap
a long fingernail
Tap, tap, tap
Driving my thoughts...
further from my mind
all I hear and see
these creatures that wish to take me.
I cannot think
only of them, outside in the world
watching me.
The shadows come
in the blackness of night
dead men walking
they move in an eerie silence
out of sight.
I wait each day as the night draws in.
A prisoner, in the dark.
A plight of committed sin.
Cocooned in a web
black with despair
weaved with delicate care
wanton offspring
ready to bear.
A growing brood of lost souls
wonder through the darkness.
Low wails, tormented cries
echo in the dead of night.
A prayer lingers on my lips
time ticks
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
I hear a voice inside my head.
All lies, all lies, all lies
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Tap, tap, tap
Tap, tap, tap
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
A strangled scream
lodged within my throat
threatens to erupt, explode.
Out there in the midnight black
the monsters roam
I wait out the night
I wait for the things in the dark to go.
They leave at sunlight
for now this is so.
My mind is weaker
every single day.
Thoughts are lost
drowned in terror.
My fears grow
the grey of winter, well on her way.
Days grow darker, nights stay longer.
The creatures will come,
they have time to plan.
To catch me,
when I do not know
they are hiding there.
To catch me,
when I am unaware.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Condemned by demons a losing fight.
I cannot hide forever, this they know.
They have me in their sight,
it's not the darkness scares me
tis the shadows in the night.
They are growing, I know there are more.
I see them when they come;
dark shapes in the greying light.
They look for me.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Tap, tap, tap
There are others, they are coming.
I curse the blackness, I cannot see.
Tap, tap, tap
It's not the darkness scares me
Tis the evil in the night.
It's not the darkness scares me
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Tis the shadows, I must fight.
Tap, tap, tap...
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