Sometimes I wonder if they know the truth. If they can see the darkness behind the light. The place where no man is safe. The place where the unknown knows its place. They laugh now.
They smile and joke. Go on with their meager existences. Walk Blindly in the light. Play in the brightness. Do they know the truth? Do they question the light? Never. The darkness is watching them. Waiting for them to pass through the shadows. To cross the line so carefully drawn in the sand. To leave the safety of their sunlight. And when they do. I’ll be waiting. In the darkness. To embrace them. Their joy is complete. Now its my Turn.