Darkness

Original poem

Chapter 1

Darkness

Darkness breathes and it bleeds and it
makes us lose our senses
Darkness crawls and it slithers and it
creeps down our spines
And we scream and we scream and we scream

Something pulls at the very back of our minds
Something is not right here
Our eyes search for light
Something is going on here
Still, we scream and we scream and we scream

Is it really dark?
Or is there just nothing to see here?
Do these screams we make and we hear
even exist?
Nothing is, nothing is, nothing is.

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