D-d-d-arkness
I was just wondering, whose bloody hands are those in the corner...
Where I am chained, I can only see a foot in front of my toes,
Where the small white candle drips,
Where the flame barely flickers, and could disappear at with a single puff of wind...
There, at the edge of the light...
Bloody fingers curl up to bloody hands, like so many worms...
They do not move or twitch...
But I am too afraid to call out, to these hands...
I fear the candle will be snuffed,
And then instead of seeing bloody hands, I will see only darkness...
And that is more frightening to me than any sanguine digits..
Where I am chained, I can only see a foot in front of my toes,
Where the small white candle drips,
Where the flame barely flickers, and could disappear at with a single puff of wind...
There, at the edge of the light...
Bloody fingers curl up to bloody hands, like so many worms...
They do not move or twitch...
But I am too afraid to call out, to these hands...
I fear the candle will be snuffed,
And then instead of seeing bloody hands, I will see only darkness...
And that is more frightening to me than any sanguine digits..