"No no....g....go....away." You murmur to the Shadows...
Watching....stalking from the windows....
They want to hold onto you, and never let go.
Hoping the wind will wash them away...but it will take more than a simple blow.
"Why is this happening..." You cry and question your mental agony.
It drives you to insanity.
They won't hurt you...
They only crave your fear.
Like creeps drunk with Beer.
"P....please...leave me alone..." The Shadows remaining uncomfortably dead....and still...
Unanimated and standing over the moonlight-hill.
You always hated the night...sometimes almost died of fright...
But don't worry...the night will fly.
Finally, the light scares the dark, escaping your dread safely.
As the Shadows return to their natural light-covered world and leave you be.
You thought that you were free...
Y̸̡̱͎̖̰̐͌̒́̕o̶̟͔͛̏̎Ǔ̴̦̞̘͉'̶͓̬̳̼̄̈V̸̥̖̫̤̟̎̓͜ę̷̦̞͙̦͇̚ ̴̨̋̅ḁ̸̡̨̠̖̂͠L̶̡̧̜̯͇͂ř̵̨̡̲̦̖̜E̴̢̥̹̾̈́ͅͅą̶̟̣̖͔̯̅D̵̺͙̹̰̺̈̃͛̉͘͝ͅŷ̶̧̧͍̣̰̻̊̔ ̶͇͖̮̥͊̈́̈͆͂T̵̥̱̽̿̓ư̷̳̰͘R̴̠̦̓̑̇n̵̯̕E̶͖̥͌̊̂ḓ̴̨̧͙͗ ̷̡̩̑̑̿͌I̵̼̔ń̸̨̺̞̀̃̀͑͝T̸͎̋̀͑̀̍͠ǫ̸͕̝͙̟̂̀̈́̒̏̀ ̵͚̋̓T̸̖̱̐h̸̡͓̥̱̊̽̑͆͜͝O̶̩̍́s̸̱̾͑̿E̸̼̻̦̦͖̭̋̀ ̶̙͙̎̾F̸̘̩̰͔̖́r̷͈͗̑̀Ę̴̰̏́à̸͙͚̖̺̲͍͐́́̑̕K̸̜̤̺̺̼̥͐́́͊̓s̵̖̃̎͂̏̓
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Random poems
PoetryStuff I think about time to time Words that come from the heart... not the hands...
