Ever thought that something bad might happen just the next moment? Or maybe the moment after. Where do those nagging feelings come from anyway?
Something dark must be around
Something dark is what I found
A hole inside beneath the ground
A sea of holes, I cannot count
There’s something sinister inside
Which makes me run and makes me hide
A monster of some gruesome sight
With mouth agape and teeth so bright
And something bad will happen there
Something so hideous and rare
But still, I just can stand and stare
Watching the dark amidst the glare
When something dark will make me fall
Will make me stumble in a hole
Letting me face it after all
The monster that is still my soul
C. Holister (c) 2018
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