it’s myself
talking to myself
about myself
haunted by memory
hunted by music
waiting for the jump
already flinching
in a way
I am the one
turning off the light
children fear the dark
adults fear what’s real
still
we line up for horror
because the waiting
is quieter than the scream
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Author:
Necky (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2026 20:23
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
A most interesting write about how we are attracted to terror. A good read
i am getting rusty, should write more, thank you for reading 🥰🥰🥰
You are most welcome yes by all means write more
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