The Dark

By cyan9

There is no one here to creep up on you,
There is no one here to make you afraid.
There is nothing, there is no one, there is fear.

Fear, that little game that you played.
Fear, that four letter word you said.
Who is here to save you from your head?

Some people walk in shadows
And from a distance view the light,
Some people walk in the suns rays,
Some walk through the night.

Waiting for that day you sit and pray,
Waiting for the candle to dim,
Waiting, Cowering, Waiting.

You cannot really care for you,
You cannot fulfil your needs,
You are forced to fear being free,
You are forced into pretensing liberty.
Your fear has become your delivery,
Fear has become your sanity.

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Copyright 2005 cyan9
Published on Wednesday, August 17, 2005.     Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"
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  • Err0r On Wednesday, September 28, 2005, Err0r (365)By person wrote:

    Very deep. Good write.

  • heart broken suicide On Wednesday, August 17, 2005, heart broken suicide (18)By person wrote:

    wow deep i like it

  • serotonin lost On Wednesday, August 17, 2005, serotonin lost (145)By person wrote:

    excillent write. welcome to DP and i look foward to your future works,

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