Tag: Writing

I can feel the dark
Isn’t that strange?
I can actually feel the dark

It puts his hands around my throat
And his weight on my chest
Making it hard to breathe
Or to catch my breath

I can hear the dark
Isn’t that strange?
I can actually hear the dark

His words fill my mind
As he whispers in my ear
Speaking of nothing but insecurities
Things I don’t want to hear

Dark, he is my unwanted friend
Unwanted, because he fills my mind with darkness and then leaves
My friend, because he’s the one I can always count on to come back