I’m afraid of the dark
I hold my breathe when I’m alone at night
I feel its hand on my shoulder
Chilling as it grips tighter
With its knife to my throat, it tells me to run
Run around corners and past open doorways
Anywhere where it’s lurking about
Uncertainty is flourishing
I see shadows painted in paranoia
Stalk me while I walk to my car
Like bad memories and college debt
All through my life
Nothing else has this grip on my life
No addiction, no disease,
Only the darkness and its vice
Have such a control over me