Afraid Of The DarkThere was a sharp knocking at my door So late in the night to the early morn Arousing me from my awaited sleep To which another night shall keep - There was no man outside the door No women, children or a filthy whore No bug or moth or a living thing No mist or shadow or a sound to sing - I closed the door and hold a shiver Bravery trying not to bend and whitherAfraid Of The Dark
Not hearing the roof creak with dust Or the pipes rattling with forgotten rust - Entering my room to my stone cold bed My stomach churning from what I was fed Swallowed by darkness,
IM BACK!!
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