Let me in
Let me see
Let me wonder
Of what it can be.
Just let me see
what's in your Mind.
I need to have fun
From time to time.
Scared?
You should
I am..
The master of your doudts
The killer of hope
Demise is my doings
Murderer of Light
Scared?
Please satisfy me with words saying what I already know.
...
no?
Why?
WHY ARE YOU NOT SCARED?
I demand to know this instance the reason of such thing!
Wh-What?
You won't say!?
Well!
...
Fine
Then if your not scared;
you could let me in.
I dare you then go take this bet.
Let me in.
And let's see if then you get scared.
Umm...
(looking around your mind)
So,
Darkness
Dying
Interesting
Loosing someone
Being hated
Not accepted
*gasp*
Old people?!?
Umm
...
ok
...
Loneliness
Well, blame the old for that
Ha!
Oh,
you think I am not taking this seriously?
Then let me turn off the sun, I'll become the father of age and plague your mind with tales of how friends are meant to dissapear, or how even the warmest corners can become the worst nightmare to the lonely. But nothing will settle as much fear into your bones than your future: death itself will seep and coat your very bones until the very thought of your existance was but a stain in the ever expanding cloth of the universe .
He demanded the sun to look away.
He transforms into an old man getting bigger and bigger.
Put a spell to the air to whisper the death tails of ending friendships.
Forming hallucinations in your head of ways you could die in that same moment.
And bribing nature to cool the air and so cool your heart and make you feel lonely.
But you...
You already knew all those things
Did not shake you
Did not scare you
He amazed shrank into a human form...
Standing in front of you He,
for the first time,
He was scared.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Mysteries
PoesíaPoetry is a fine way to tell you exactly who I am. And yet, you'd still be clueless. But of course, prove me wrong.
