One hand lays warm in the open space,
My head is tilted back and up,
the world creaks and sputters,
My mind will quickly attempt to make me jump,
and so will I as i think of the normal horrors that could be,
lost in the thoughts as i look up and rot,
the things in my mind are wilting and growing,
the sounds are coming the things are running,
oh the mind is overwhelming.
I was that kid,
afraid of the dark,
the noises are terrifying,
my breath is short,
the bang on the window is waiting to happen,
the monster is there,
but what is it now.
Fear is around me,
the darkness enshrouding....
And If it's death to come....
Will I go fighting?
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Simply me, Simply put.
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Derian Ardor
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