Things that lurk in the Dark

Not all thoughts that lurk in the dark will ever surface. But they will be thought and the time will be taken.

Deep in the Labyrinth where the moss no longer grows slimy on the rocks. There are things in the mind that creep and slither. Where you lost your pain it crept. Where you forgave your anger it slithered.

Now it seeks you out. It will take you. It will have you. You will not escape it. It will be terror, it will be more, it will be yours. Your friends will wish you good night and pleasant dreams. But your friends won't be there when they creep and slither and slide after you. Questing for you in the dark places no match will light.

Love! Love can save you. But love saw what was coming and love ran. Love waits with your well wishers. Your friends. On the safe side of reality. Wishing you a good night. Safe from the things in the dark that grip you like tar in a pit. Your pit. No, Love won't save you. Love only adds pity to the problem. And that only adds one more creature to stir in your nightmare.

The songs you sing as you hold your pillow tight. Hoping that it's melody pleases the beasts of the night. If only you knew all the words. If only choking back the tears didn't take you off key. The creatures learned those songs long ago. It's only their dinner bell now. And they wait for the last note.

Anguish in the knowledge that tonight will not be your last. Nor will the next night, or the night after, or the night after. This is hell. This is all hell. This is your hell. And you have no friends. It's not for you they wish a good night. The creatures are thankful for the good prayers of the well-wishers. For they lurk in the dark and it's dark.

Breathe deep the night air. When the moon is full and the breeze blows and ruffles the trees. Say a prayer for all that is life and joy. Acknowledge the gifts of the creator deserved or undeserved. Stand defiant to your sentence. Fight the bitter, the hatred, the feelings of revenge. Resign and ready yourself for the nightly ritual.

You're aware of the labyrinth when your dreams no longer raise you up. When the fantasies you hold, hold no longer than the time it takes for the sun to go down. We're somewhere between reality and the field of dreams is the sticky side sanity and it no longer sticks. A place where REM sleep is a rimshot on the demons drum. Yes this is your reality. This is your welcome home. And nothing, nothing you ever do will free you. Even death waits for you. So then not even the fantasy of your daylight will give you a rest.

So crawl into the corner. Or stand and fight. Silence your screams. Keep secret your pain. It makes no difference to them. They have eternity and this is hell. And time will be taken.....

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I could tell you the twist is bath night in the household of hell. But I don't feel like laughing right now and you wouldn't believe me anyway.....