When the lights are out,

The darkness ruining sight.

Each piece flailing about,

Monsters waiting to bite.

Creep slow and silent,

Attempt to reach the safe space.

The quiet and staggered violent,

No time, run the race!

The lack of light now,

Blankets of pitch black.

A sheen of sweat on the brow,

The emptiness, a hollow smack.

The barely visible shape,

Protruding from the wall.

Always hoping to scrape,

Forcing, pushing, urging a crawl.

Small shadows dance along,

Caring not how they seem.

The weak, never the strong,

Understand every theme.

The world sleeps in peace,

Rotating in ignorance and bliss.

Wish I could be a piece,

Part of the darkness amiss.