Dark Rooms
Black as night
is what i fright
alone in the shadows
i lay, praying to god
that ill see day
spirits all around
im trying not to make
a sound.
my imagination running
wild
as if i am a small child
some times fears do not fade
so here in the light of day i will stay.
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