I Am The Darkness

Cracks of moonlight illuminating bruised skin and flesh so polluted it's cast in hues of purple and grey.
In the nighttime there's not a whisper.
Only silence fills this house.
As the stars above begin to sharpen, long black shadows swallow the spaces.
The air is chilled but not so unbearable one can not sleep.
These sheets are heavy, fingers so fragile.
Light sensations fill the void.

While the world is resting.
There comes a creeping,
Drifting softy through your home.
I am the darkness
But do not fear me
Every night I am born...

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