This Is The Fear (Modern Horror Sonnet)
There is a darkness in the back of your brain, where nightmares linger and sick thoughts reign. And in your deepest sleep, the dark manifests, tickling your bones and the skin of your chest.
Through your most wicked dreams it crawls and creeps, poisoning the pillow on which you sleep.The secrets of your past will pain you quite deep, but it’s a grim and dark future you most certainly reap.
This is the demon—yes, this is the fear—clawing, cracked nails and hand print blood smears! The creaking of floor boards is all that you hear, and the breath of a stranger scratching your ear!
There’s no use in crying, don’t make a sound. The louder you are, the faster you’re found.
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