I used to care about stupid things like
What others saw when they looked at me?
Or what they thought
Or what they felt
I couldn’t even leave my house without make up
I used to care about stupid things
I used to be afraid of walking alone
Especially when the moon was shining on the wet pavement glistening beneath my feet
And the fog was thick under each street lamp that seemed miles away from one another as the dark sneaked up behind me
Whispering in my ear
Telling me that I wasn’t really alone
That the monsters would find me
I welcome it now
I long for the day that something slips from in between those dripping trees in the dead of night
Pulling me into its arms and taking me to a warmer place than here
I used to hate the silence that followed me everywhere I went
On these empty streets in this ghost town
This graveyard
The ominous wake of nothing swallowing the atmosphere and stalking me like prey
My own footsteps ringing in my head
Glancing over my shoulder every now and then
Things are different now
I look around these barren streets as the fog suffocates me
The factory smoke climbs for the sky and imitates the clouds
The moon is traveling fast above and if you look close enough and squint your eyes you can just make out the faint ring of the dark side of the moon
Now I wait
I long for one of the monsters to appear
Because if they did
I’d finally have peace