Sitting in the dark, black silhouettes loom.
One of which dwells, familiar, barely seen.
Vast open space, barely lit, lies my doom
For those who wait for sustenance, span the gaps, unseen
The deepest fear, and least understood.
In the night, they wake, living as they should.
They've done nothing wrong,
But their presence lingers on
Even after they are gone.
Why cant i just be STRONG.
I'm TIRED of this fear of those whose darkness I intrude,
When all i want to do is be inside,
Instead I sit outside and stare, frozen in prelude
To the peace and comfort that i desire.
They don't know I'm here
And when they aren't i still know they are.
Around every tree
Spanning every yard.
When the sun is gone, how can i be sure?
That i wont become entangled in a fearful encounter.
I sleep outside those walls tonight