Silhouettes

Silhouettes in my periphery
Of black and gray
You're the fear that I must face

Seeing red
With eyes on fire
Bleeding red
From splitting flesh

Images in my periphery
That I pretend not to see
They're fading in and out
Taunting me

Breaking bread
With false desire
Quick to act
You spitfire

Naked in the cold
Bearing harsh winds and snow
Smiling through the shivers
You take sick comfort
In the way you froze

I can't help you understand
If you don't want to hear
That you're beckoned by a darkness
Assembling an army
Of everything you fear

Truth holds dear
Those that nurture it
Bold steps taken
Tire those that turn against
And lose themselves

Silhouettes in my periphery
Of black and gray
You're the fear that I must face



Credits
Writer(s): Maiden Crone
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