I am darkness.
A child of night.
Born from the moon;
Oh so bright.
Raised by the wind and the stars,
By the cold, dark hearts.
Grown to be darkness.
Grown to be the silence,
The fears that consume you at night.
The tears that fall when there's no light.
To be that silent scream.
That whisper in your dark, dark Dreams.
The demon in your nightmare,
That anguish and despair.
I am your darkest thoughts come to life.
You can't hide from me...
YOU ARE READING
Cold Hands, Cold Heart
PoésieSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
