Darkness: The True Horror
There is a world without light
Where nightmares watch you far from sight
It is a world we cannot fight
It forces us daydwellers into flight
Lovecraft once said darkness cradles the unknown
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Darkness attaches to you skin and bone
So don't go venturing into the dark alone
As I lie awake in the dark
"Are you afraid of the dark?"
"Yes, aren't we all?"
"No, not me."
"But why?"
"Darkness is so beautiful and calming"
As I lie awake in the dark
I think of all the possibilities,
All the places I could visit,
All the people I could meet
All the memories I could make
All the things I could do, if I wasn't afraid
So no, I am not afraid of the dark
Darkness is the one thing that doesn't scare me
It gives me courage and strength and power
As I lie awake in the dark
I become who I want to be
In my mind, all my dreams turn into reality
The light is what scares me the most
When daylight hits that's when I start to worry,
for along with the sun comes my reality.
Darkness
"In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present." - Francis Bacon
When I was a child, I was afraid of the dark;
For the dark was an epitome of everything unbeknownst to me,
And I feared what I did not know.
When my small fingers found their way to the light switch
And the shadows were eliminated in brightness
Is when I felt relief, for then I recognized everything - I was at home.
Now that I've grown up,
I'm no longer scared of the darkness.
Not because I know everything now,
But because I've learnt to be afraid of what I already do.
Darkness
That which you cannot see
Is what will always be
Somewhere just beyond
When they go they don't respond
To the mortal world, the light
Once they fade into the night
In the darkness they remain
Look too hard and go insane
You try to say their names, to shout
You try to squint, to make them out
But it's all to no avail
For the darkness will prevail
Now what I'd do
If I were you
(Of course I'm not
But I just thought)
Is try to leave and to forget
Their distant silhouettes
And let them be at peace
Until your own life doth cease
For that which you cannot see
Is what will always be
Far off and hidden
At least from the living