It's Not Just The Dark
Lights off,
I cannot see anything
So why is it that only now is when I see everything?
I see the man standing behind the door
He judges me endlessly
And I hear the devil on my shoulder as he whispers in my ear thoughts that never occured to me
I do not know why but for some reason he seemed to convince me that everything I've ever known to be true is a lie
I open my eyes to a world full of darkness
And I turn on the light
The light that masks all the threats that everyone around me poses
I sit up in my bed and I tell myself
The darkness can only get to me if I let it
So I go back to sleep
This time, with the lights on
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