he's afraid of the dark. well...no. not exactly afraid of the dark, but afraid of what's inside it. made-up monsters and goblins waiting to tantalize your mind and body so that nothing is left of you except hallucinations. your eyes grow heavy at the thought but your mind cannot escape it because the darkness surrounds you. it's addicting like a drug but deadly at the cost of your sanity.
YOU ARE READING
𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
Poetrya collection of my thoughts 𖤐 ༘ミ⋆.˚∗ . ☽∘· *ೃ༄ (all poems/pieces of writing are mine, if they belong to someone else, they are always credited)
