Darkness Leering

by Philli   Aug 13, 2006


Darkness sits at my doorstep,
Leering up at me.
With shadowed eyes,
and blackened teeth,
and night times stolen dreams.
At first I thought it was a dog,
and then a fallen tree.
That was before it started leering,
Leering up at me.

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