I hear the darkness screaming my name.
I’ve been having some good days,
But it won’t let me get away,
Not that easily.
It stalks me down the street;
Hunting my joy,
Trying to scare it away.
It digs its claws into my legs,
And begs me to stay.
It howls and yelps,
Whimpering that it misses how we used to play.
The scary part is
I think I sometimes miss it too
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
I hear the darkness screaming my name.
I’ve been having some good days,
But it won’t let me get away,
Not that easily.
It stalks me down the street;
Hunting my joy,
Trying to scare it away.
It digs its claws into my legs,
And begs me to stay.
It howls and yelps,
Whimpering that it misses how we used to play.
The scary part is
I think I sometimes miss it too
Wondering why I can never seem to get away. Even when I’ve ecsaped it’s grasp I still think about it and the good times we had. When it was just us and we didn’t need anybody else. It’s like being in an abbusive relationship sometimes
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