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What scares you the most as you lie in your bed,
What fears leave you feeling cold chills in your head,

Is it the darkness itself, the fear of the unknown,
Or what hides in the darkness soon to be know,

The monsters in your closet, the ghouls by your bed,
The ghosts in the shadows that leave chills in their stead,

The vampires and werewolves that feast on your blood,
The zombies that burst through their graves in the mud,

The silent yet deadly creatures of the night,
That pull out your soul in the dismal light,

Or do you instead fear something much more,
The thought that your life could be nothing more,

Than a pointless journey that leaves you insane,
Crippled and weak, writhing in pain,

And when you seek the peace of eternal rest,
You find yourself trapped in a neverending quest,

To find your true purpose, even after you're dead,
You cannot find peace and struggle instead.

So as you lie in the comfort of your sheets,
Thinking small thoughts and counting sheep,

Remember what waits you around the bend,
Lonliness and suffering without an end.



((I don't really think that's what death is, but I thought it sounded cool so I kept with it. Lol))