Why,
do we fear the dark It's
cold hands reaching
reaching
reaching
It's teeth chat t t t t ttering
It's breath m
o
a n
i n
g
The putrid stench invading out nostrils, eyes
Mouth, rotting our
teeth, muffling our
screams
But then,
again,
What is it we're scared of exactly?
...
The lack of comfort
knowing there's some figment of control
Being blind, one sense
utterly blocked out
...
But,
really?
There's still ears,
nose, mouth
skin,
if not,
how can we not hear the chatters and moans
smell, taste, the thick rotting scent,
feel the non existent chill?
Just think,
If all our senses were gone,
Then,
we'd truly be
...
....
.....
......
In
the dark
