My walls tell stories at night
When it's dark, shadows come to life
They dance on the walls, slow and spooky
Figures in the corners, watching me
Their eyes are still, staring at me
I'm scared, my breath stops, I freeze
I look back, too afraid to move
I'm trapped, my heart is beating fast
The shadows and I stare at each other
It's a silent fight, with no sound or weather
I'm waiting for the sun to come up high
To chase the shadows away, and say goodbye
But when the sun goes down again
I wonder, will the shadows come back to play?
Will they dance on the walls, and stare at me?
And what if they don't just stare, but move closer to me?
Was it just a trick of the night,
Did the shadows truly dance, and watched with eyes so bright
Leaving me with questions, until the darkness falls tonight.
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S/O to Zona and West for dragging my ass out of my writers block hut to create this piece...it was long overdue!
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