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In that place which so steadily comes
To meet me every day
I now return in fear and pain
Hoping to last till tomorrow
The darkness floods my mind
As I close my eyes the tremors begin
My body shakes and is filled with dread
The room becomes cold and I wrap tight the sheets
I curl into my pillow
And ignore the life-breathed thoughts
That run through my head
Pygmies, dead people and the blackness under the bed haunt me
Reflections in glass let me know they are there
I hear them in creaks in the floor
The cold chills alert me to their presence
And I wait for tomorrow
These are things that I keep to myself
These are things about which I do not speak
I am still afraid of the dark.
To meet me every day
I now return in fear and pain
Hoping to last till tomorrow
The darkness floods my mind
As I close my eyes the tremors begin
My body shakes and is filled with dread
The room becomes cold and I wrap tight the sheets
I curl into my pillow
And ignore the life-breathed thoughts
That run through my head
Pygmies, dead people and the blackness under the bed haunt me
Reflections in glass let me know they are there
I hear them in creaks in the floor
The cold chills alert me to their presence
And I wait for tomorrow
These are things that I keep to myself
These are things about which I do not speak
I am still afraid of the dark.