The Shadows.
There is a crack in my bedroom mirror,
To how it got there i am unaware,
Maybe it was caused by my appearance,
Or maybe it was the Shadows,
The Shadows that lurk in the corners of the rooms,
Watching,
Waiting,
For the right moment,
To attack,
When you're most Afraid,
When you're at your Happiest,
When you stare at cracks in mirrors,
They'll be there,
Watching,
Waiting,
For Darkness to consume them,
For Lightness to disarm,
Watching,
Waiting...
