The things i see when i sleep. The dark swirl of a black shadow, with claws so long and jagged. Then the eyes appear, all of them, staring, oogling, prying every detail from my life. These are the dreams of a boy. A boy who has stared into the darkness and remained sane. Whilst the other children ran, fled, cried, screamed, I stood solitary. Alone. Staring into the maddening darkness that warps the soul of men, infecting their minds, until they brake and the darkness controls them. I am alone. The Dark resides in me but it lays dormant. Waiting like an assassin. I ask myself one thing. Will the darkness rise again?
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