i see those shadows in
moving shapes of abysmal dwellers;
they linger for awhile then
on a complete whim strike at me
childhood memories take advantage
and stalk my mind and paint their filth
i learned i was never quite as alone
as i had formerly thought,
THEY were always there
in the besieging darkness of my heart
fear is my only companion as i walk forward,
placing my hands blindly in front of me,
and suddenly finding it was my mind
betraying the very windows
to my soul
how naive am i?
moving shapes of abysmal dwellers;
they linger for awhile then
on a complete whim strike at me
childhood memories take advantage
and stalk my mind and paint their filth
i learned i was never quite as alone
as i had formerly thought,
THEY were always there
in the besieging darkness of my heart
fear is my only companion as i walk forward,
placing my hands blindly in front of me,
and suddenly finding it was my mind
betraying the very windows
to my soul
how naive am i?
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