Fear cannot touch me. It can only taunt me.
It cannot take me. Just tell me where to go.
I can either follow or stay in my bed.
I can hold on to the things that I know.
The dead stay dead, they cannot walk.
The shadows are darkness, and darkness can’t talk.
a poem from “A Density of Souls” by Christopher Rice (via kimxmetts)

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