The Darkness

Why am I afraid of the dark?

It’s nothing that you’d think

It’s not the monsters little kids fear for

Like the ones in the closet

Or the ones under the bed

It’s not exactly the dark I’m afraid of

It’s not being alone in the dark, is it?

Maybe it’s the fact that I’m alone

Alone, alone, alone

Alone with my thoughts

Thoughts I don’t want to think

Thoughts that I just want out of my head

Thoughts that are so strong

That they’re visible

Visible in the dark

The dark helps the thoughts grow

Grow and grow

Until the thoughts seem so real

And my imagination goes wild

The dark is a perfect place

A perfect place for my thoughts to become surreal

Because I can’t see anything

Only my thoughts

I’m not afraid of being alone

I’m afraid that I’m not alone