Dark Shadows.

Picture the darkness
A wrap around shroud
Cocooned in the gloom
Of a silence thats loud

Thoughts only for comfort
To stave off your fears
Imagine the stillness
That begs for your tears

Haunted by terrors
Of a more primative kind
The memory seeks solice
In an old nursery rhyme

You struggle and lash out
To find nothing there
Only daylight releases
The grip of nightmares

by Graham Jones

Comments (1)

An interesting piece...creepy. x