Tormenting Dark
It comes not with thunder, nor scream, nor spark,
But soft as a sigh the tormenting dark.
It slithers through cracks where the candles fail,
It whispers your name in a lover’s wail.
It feeds on your breath, it drinks your dread, It hums to the tune of the thoughts you’ve shed. No gate, no prayer, no flame can mark, The line ‘twixt light and the tormenting dark.
It knows your guilt, it tastes your sin, It wears your face upon its grin. It waits at the edge of every dream, A shadow stitched to every scream.
And when you wake it wakes with you, In every mirror, in every hue. For once it’s found its home, its spark... You’ll never escape the tormenting dark.
It feeds on your breath, it drinks your dread, It hums to the tune of the thoughts you’ve shed. No gate, no prayer, no flame can mark, The line ‘twixt light and the tormenting dark.
It knows your guilt, it tastes your sin, It wears your face upon its grin. It waits at the edge of every dream, A shadow stitched to every scream.
And when you wake it wakes with you, In every mirror, in every hue. For once it’s found its home, its spark... You’ll never escape the tormenting dark.
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