A dark room with the faintest silhouettes
Scares me.
It scares me like a lone deer is, lost in the dark woods with no kind,
Only the hungry.
For you see, 
In my case the hungry 
They represent the tricks and beings in my head.
They can't be real, they aren't .
But as soon as the light flicks off,
My mind races against itself.
Competes to create as many iniquitous existences and nameless fears
Whose sole purpose is to haunt me with their piercing stare
Or grab my foot and drag me into another dimension from where there is no return.

But you see dear,
The same darkness brings to me comfort, when I close my curtains. 
When I choose to sit in a room with no one and simply close my eyes and stare into my lids.
Not warmth, but solitude and oblivion.
It doesn't wash your sorrows and gift you acceptance,
As when you stare at the sun with your eyes closed.
But the sun cannot stay out all day long, 
So it freezes the emotion, the wrath, the pain, whatever it is,
Locks it up in quarantine.
Momentarily.
I imagine myself floating in the dark void.
Treat it like an age old friend 
Who called me for supper.
Just for small talk. 
And our talks could go on for hours was it not for the real world.
Which cannot live one second with silence .
Banging on my door for some trifle reason.
And alas.
The monster from the cage escapes and I, 
I am no more, for its reins are now taut around my neck.
My out appears ordinary. Stone-like.
But my ins,
the monster's ruling some part and feeding on the other.