the-dreamwalker

As the dark creeps in my room, I prepare myself for my tomb. I can feel it’s presence, The presence of death’s essence. I can see its secretive darkness slithering inside, Without any worry and nothing to hide. As it moves about, I don’t want to shout. For if I dare to, You know what will happen, it’s true. I will be swallowed whole, Sucked into a dark hole. Without any escape or thought, I am trying to remember what I have been taught. My eyes are wide open against the darkness that surrounds me, I could let this be, happily with no worry that I can see. But then I remember your face, In this se