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Hidden in corners, so easy to see     Darkening doorways, empty halls, midnight streets.         Hiding much, for most "I can't tell you, I can't see" For the question, "What was that..." was the answer I'd seek. "Nothing's there."      Can't they SEE it?!            Flowing through NOTHING,                 Like Water.                            In such silence...            I assume,       Can't really hear over my mind. Until sleep begins it's caress. I'll hear them, in time. Some of them, clearly Mad Is this madness within me? No, I'm sure it cant be. They don't always speak to ME.    Unconsciousness embrace, awareness begins to fade Sleep settles in to welcome a new day. I lay. A Scream.      I awake, no time has passed at all.           The walls are still, the echos                Of the silence. My god, the maddening SILENCE! The sequel to the screams. Why must it be heard before I've even a chance to dream.                              The shadows continue to twitch.                        The dancing blackness other's never see                  When i ask them "What was that..."            To be replied "Nothing's there." "It's just a dream"
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
In The Dark
Hidden in corners, so easy to see     Darkening doorways, empty halls, midnight streets.         Hiding much, for most "I can't tell you, I can't see" For the question, "What was that..." was the answer I'd seek. "Nothing's there."      Can't they SEE it?!            Flowing through NOTHING,                 Like Water.                            In such silence...            I assume,       Can't really hear over my mind. Until sleep begins it's caress. I'll hear them, in time. Some of them, clearly Mad Is this madness within me? No, I'm sure it cant be. They don't always speak to ME.    Unconsciousness embrace, awareness begins to fade Sleep settles in to welcome a new day. I lay. A Scream.      I awake, no time has passed at all.           The walls are still, the echos                Of the silence. My god, the maddening SILENCE! The sequel to the screams. Why must it be heard before I've even a chance to dream.                              The shadows continue to twitch.                        The dancing blackness other's never see                  When i ask them "What was that..."            To be replied "Nothing's there." "It's just a dream"
#fear#dark#tired#hallucinate
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
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