Darker Corners of a Room

Every time I blinked, I saw a monster
Long-limbed and pale
Holes for eyes with an invisible, sanguine allure
It marched in an endless stream on the comforter
A colossal, black figure, a mass, crouched in the corner

I knew its face, yet it had none
Intangible hands grabbed onto my shins from the abyss
It had a name, a history
Inside jokes were its life-blood, make me laugh

Those hands of something rotten from the abyss
Latching onto me for its security
But I was content with it
For I wanted my own security
This time

I knew its face, yet it had none
Intangible hands grabbed onto my shins from the abyss
It had a name, a history
Inside jokes were its life-blood, make me laugh
I knew its face, yet it had none
Intangible hands grabbed onto my shins from the abyss
It had a name, a history
Inside jokes were its life-blood, make me laugh



Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Wilson
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