Darkness has a way of creeping in on you when you least expect it.
Well lit room filled with chatter and laughter couldn't reject it.
It sneaks through the cracks of your broken happiness, slowly without notice.
Consuming the empty space you saved for future solace.
You fight to keep it out, but doubt scurries its way in.
Because darkness never comes without bringing an old friend.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
Darkness has a way of creeping in on you when you least expect it.
Well lit room filled with chatter and laughter couldn't reject it.
It sneaks through the cracks of your broken happiness, slowly without notice.
Consuming the empty space you saved for future solace.
You fight to keep it out, but doubt scurries its way in.
Because darkness never comes without bringing an old friend.
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