Lock your doors;
the hollow mist is not something to root for.
It knows your name, and what you've done;
what's behind those eyes is a mystery that I have no desire to solve.
A breeze on your skin;
chill down your spine;
no pulse, no heartbeat, only yours, rapidly.
Vision's a blur;
you saw nothing.
They told you he would come for you, but you believed they were bluffing.
But he's here now;
he's got a hold of you.
Do you trust them now? you should;
it was too good to be true, so who would?
Listen closely and what do you hear?
The solicitous voices in your head suffocated by your fears.
The hushing flow through the cherry blossom leaves and all through your hair;
that rush you briefly felt was just the cold, alarming air.
He's gone now.
You turned your back on open arms, now life isn't fair;
stay still and wait; he'll come back, I swear.
Maybe he'll come around again;
give him your heart then; I dare.
Don't fool yourself;
he may form a disguise.
You won't know who, when, and why.
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SOLIS
PoetrySolace. What is it that soothes you? What puts your heart in the state of rest? Could it be the company of a companion and their body heat during a night in, or the calming solitude you arrive to after a night out? Knowing someone's glad you exist a...
