It runs off the sides of my fear like some gremlin sinking it´s teeth into the back of my neck.
Know how it is, the clothes basket shapes and your saviour takes a break outside while inside the demons take all their sh*t out on you.
The Darkness brings alot of fine horror to your corner of the world, to your little landing pad.
The demons reckless, and the ghosts so shameless altogether surround and distract your painful sleep.
Creeping up your spine and down your shadow mad shallow breaths echo even with carpet on your floor how you feel you´ll fall like an omen of your descent into the devils nest his infested net.
His lap his hole your home.
Darkness with it´s investment in you, rattles in your room.
Reminding you deaths not far and soon after doom.
It hides in you and how you isolate yourself, it´s there with you in your mind your broken loom.
It crawls in you like some broken limbed zombie each inch it squirms and screams it´s only sigh of comfort is when it finally reaches...
You!
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