Darkness always follows light
We're no strangers to the night,
We always fear what's not seen
The macabre terrors we dream.
The creaks and scratches in gloom
What horrors lurk in my room,
So, who's making those noises
whispers and terrible voices.
But all is not as it seems
Those are just bad dreams,
For the reals monsters
Are the monsters inside us.
2015
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Shadows of the Unspoken: A Collection of Dark Poetry
Poetry"Shadows of the Unspoken: A Collection of Dark Poetry" invites readers into a shadowy realm where the subconscious and the supernatural intertwine. Delve into a world where hidden fears and desires materialise in spectral verse, and the intangible b...
