It comes in the dark,
The opposite of the light,
The one that tickles the fright,
It consumes the brave,
Some say it is a temporal grave,
In it I pray to be save,
In it I am save,
It called my name, I thought it was right before me but it wasn't it was in my vain.
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The things you can't see, the things that see you
PoetryIn the silence of the night arouse something uncanny, a deformed soul, unworthy of existence we would have hope that the tales of the lost is yet to be told, but we humans are trapped in between the things we can't see and the things that see us.
