But Maybe It's Friendly

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Darkness follows wherever it walks.
A shadow that dwells,
And tendrils that talk

Here in the mind,
Reality is fragile,
And some corners are…unkind

It comes in dreams,
When I stray to far
Towards tears and seams.

And in nightmares, too,
That get too dark,
And I lose the light of the moon.

Though in my dreams it haunts me,
I can’t help but think
That maybe it’s Friendly