I don't want the emptiness to envelope me here in the dark
Can't fight the feeling that something is terribly wrong
Upon closing my eyes the vision of you is stark
Although it only stays with me until the shadows grow long
Lock every door and window knowing well it does nothing to stop
The things that lurk on the edges of reality
Telling myself they don't exist only makes me want to drop
My only relief is that they would not need me
Simply put that is small consolation
Terror lies in wait for its planted its seeds
Wishing I had a real need for sedation
I know evil does not only take what it needs?
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Antonia Cameron
I'm 21 and I've always written. I just don't believe loving a career path could be enough to make it come true and my son comes first
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