I am afraid of the dark -
Of the monsters in my mind.
Crawling in from the corners of the canvas upstairs, behind my eyes.
I am afraid of making memories...
For they howl like banshees after every goodbye.
So I stare out at the horizon.
My mind busy painting
Trying to ignore my heart shaking
Trying not to cry,
Lest these tears wash away the plaster of this deceiving smile.
I'm really afraid of the dark.
So why is this night so long...?
Why does is stretch on
And these wailers sing songs of love that die in my arms,
Cradled against my breast.
Tonight they sing louder than the night before.
Each note hanging high like the moon that should have been my lantern tonight.
And the chill of the wind caressing this opaque darkness,
Reminds me why i fear the dark so much -
It's only because lurking in the dark is my biggest monster...Me.
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