i stopped being afraid of the dark,
when i ceased feeling for
all the murderous shadows,
silently encroaching,
just about to strike.
now,
i think upon the ways
in which they'll end me,
and the excitement
that's sure to ensue.
YOU ARE READING
n.i.m.b.u.s.
Poetrywords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
