In the darkness

Shadows fall, the light retreats,

Candle flickers in the cold heartbeat.

Walls close in, the silence grows,

Something waits where no one goes.

The night’s not empty — it breathes, it stares,

A whisper’s edge, a weight in the air.

The dark is a door — it opens wide,

But what crawls through is what we hide.

You fear the dark, but fear it more...

What waits behind that unseen floor.

The dark is cold, but colder still,

Are the things it hides, the things that kill.

Footsteps echo where none should be,

Eyes that blink where eyes can’t see.

Every breath you take, it knows,

And closer, closer still, it grows.

You pray for light, but it won’t come,

The dark is deep — and never done.

The dark is a veil, but not the worst —

It’s what comes next, it’s who gets there first.

You fear the dark, but fear it true...

For it fears you, and what you’ll do.

The dark is still, but stillness lies —

A mask worn well by hungering eyes.

It’s not the dark that drags you down,

It’s what it shows when no one’s 'round.

It’s not the dark that screams at night,

It’s what it feeds when out goes light.

The dark is cruel, but crueler yet,

Are memories you can't forget.

You fear the dark — but not enough…

For what’s inside is always rough.

The dark is real, but more than real,

Are the things that scratch, the things that feel.

So strike a match, and hope it stays...

The dark is worse — but worse still plays.