well my poems ore dark but here gose
WHAT THE...
I’m there without knowing
I kill without hesitation
you cannot see me… you are frightened of me… yet you know what I am and how I work thus you are not scared and I grow weak because of you
you mind when you don’t you kill me when I try to kill how can I be the same for all yet different to all you run form me and try to hide yet you cant I always creep up and get you some how
how could it be
how should u look
as they look
what do they see
as they come they go as you dream your mind is week as u come u go as this happens your valuable and susceptible to the evil which no one should live on