• Darkness
    Calming to some,
    Murder to others
    It could kill someone,
    The feeling, alone
    The fearsome eyes,
    Lurking about,
    May stain an innocence,
    May scar a mind
    The creeping hand,
    Filled with taunt,
    Can tear apart,
    A tender soul
    Like men waiting,
    In the shadows
    To snatch and feast,
    Upon a fragile heart
    For the Darkness,
    Shall not be calming,
    to anyone.