The night

Out there
I have fear of the dark forces
Surrounding me
I know they are waiting
in every dark corner
of the room
And under me is 
the celler 
where the rats live
and feed
Listening to the stories
told by long ago dead men
I hide in the living room
with my TV and Computer
But very close is the dead
having a meeting this very
night asking their 
that will never be answered


I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends.

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