Dark days
And even darker nights
Haunt me like poltergeists
They give rise to nightmares
Both sleeping and awake
They steal my very breath away
Toying with pictures I know aren’t there
They slink through the shadows
Behind the curtain
Casting ghastly images
I hide my face behind my fingers
But curiosity gets the best of me
And soon I peek through them
And let out a scream
This isn’t the silver screen
It’s a twisted puppet show
My own demons trying to amuse me
-Collins
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