A/N: This is a poem of fear written by myself.
Hiding in the dark
There’s a tingling sensation upon my skin
There’s an unknown that’s hiding in the dark
That walks right through without a mark
It’s behind me and it’s making the room spin
There’s a quiet hum of a violin
The lights burn out with a spark
I’m now trapped with it in the dark
I’m afraid it’s going to win
It’s like falling through a void
I don’t know what it want with me
I struggle but still can’t see
Will I end up destroyed?
I fall to my knees and plea
It’s grins at my pain, clearly overjoyed