Today he came again, seeping into my thoughts.
He says he is my friend, but always shuts off the lights.
He lives in the darkness, wears it as a cloak that trails behind him.
Visiting when I'm alone. Breaking into my home.
A demon in every right, but a voice so soothing, all I wish to do is lay in bed.
He sings me to sleep as I keep falling deeper into a dream of black. A dream slowly becoming reality.
His voice paints my walls, and my skin and my heart, all dark.
As the color leaves my face and my skin turns cold, he smiles, knowing he is no longer alone in the shadows.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
Today he came again, seeping into my thoughts.
He says he is my friend, but always shuts off the lights.
He lives in the darkness, wears it as a cloak that trails behind him.
Visiting when I'm alone. Breaking into my home.
A demon in every right, but a voice so soothing, all I wish to do is lay in bed.
He sings me to sleep as I keep falling deeper into a dream of black. A dream slowly becoming reality.
His voice paints my walls, and my skin and my heart, all dark.
As the color leaves my face and my skin turns cold, he smiles, knowing he is no longer alone in the shadows.
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