Why, do we fear the dark It's cold hands reaching reaching reaching It's teeth chat t t t t ttering It's breath m o a n i n g The putrid stench invading out nostrils, eyes Mouth, rotting our teeth, muffling our screams
But then, again, What is it we're scared of exactly?
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The lack of comfort knowing there's some figment of control Being blind, one sense utterly blocked out
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But, really?
There's still ears, nose, mouth skin, if not, how can we not hear the chatters and moans smell, taste, the thick rotting scent, feel the non existent chill?