Darkness* inhaled and *light
Became night, it whispered
Terrors upon the mind,
Nightmares,
Sight,
Sound,
Different upon the black canvass
The night silent,
But Whispers of nothing
Heard through senses,
That fear the obscurity
Of things not
Known,
Detected,
Perceived,
What happens
When we ask is anything there
And the darkness answers back,
"We have always been here"
The screams of insanity
Heard,
Breaking into the silence
That darkness brings
A phobia of the dark
Or of what talked back,
When next encircled
By the veil of night.
Are you brave enough to ask
"Is there anybody there"
Will you be a frenzied mess
Or
One that is rational and answered back..