The Darkness Follows
easily your presence strikes at my core
i turn and the only thing staring back at me is my shadow
the bright sun burns through me
and the fear escapes
but that sensation lingers like a leech
“go away!”
as if a spirit could unglue itself from one
it remains the stain
prevalent leech
to stain ones’ past, present, and future
What Might Keep You Up at Night?
is it the bedbugs making their way to your leg
or is it the way he sings off key?
do you laugh at the shadows
or are you afraid it isn’t one?
someone lurks in your kitchen
mistaken as a mouse
but the truth will terrify
a killer is loose
and your home is its domain
when you sleep
when you’re at work
when you nap
you won’t see them
or do you doubt the specter’s realm?
they say the end is near…
they say the end is near like the bass beating in my heart
they say it will come in waves of bass, circling each other
we should be content to spend these last moments together
instead, we play with our content and the wind brings sorrow
a tear will fall and smear the ground you lay
tomorrow we’ll tear the earth open so it, too could heal
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