The Darkness

The Darkness,

he is here.

Always.

Always over my shoulder,

or just beyond the shadows.

He doesn’t have eyes,

but still, I feel his exposing gaze.

He doesn’t have hands,

but still, I feel his claws

taunting my vulnerable flesh.

He doesn’t have a mouth,

but still, I feel his cold breath

as he whispers in my ears.

He makes my heart beat fast

and I know he can feel it.

He likes having influence over me,

living off the electric zing 

of my energy  that dances

on his forked tongue.

His heart is absent, and yet,

I feel attached to his void.

His hooks are in too deep,

and I just can’t walk away.

© J.G.

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