The Dark
The dark holds many things
Nightmares, demons, all of our fears
The thought of these stings
Often stimulating many tears
The darkness isn't something to mess around
It may decide to torment you for the rest of your life
It might take you beneath the ground
Or sneak up and puncture you with a knife
The dark is made to kill all our happiness and joy
To destroy our hope and leave us defenseless to the nightmares
This darkness is no toy
It's just a big sign that no one cares..