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My Worst Nightmare

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by TaelumEStarborn

by TaelumEStarborn

My worst nightmare

Is not spiders or centipedes,

Nor is it falling endlessly.

I am not afraid of the darkness

That lurks in the corners of my room,

But I am afraid-

No, terrified of it.

It prowls , waiting for my lashes to flutter-

And pounces,

Bringing tears to my eyes.

Sinking its sharp-as-knives teeth into my flesh-

Eating me alive and tearing me apart,

It gnaws on my brittle bones.

I am not afraid off being outcast,

But I am afraid of the silence that joins it.

It suffocates me,

My cries for a savior choking me.

I am not afraid of the lies and rumors

That sprout in my souls garden like weeds.

It is the provoked thoughts,

Who scream and wail.

I am not afraid of my nightmares,

I am afraid-

Afraid of the reality that I have to wake up to.