It seems illogical now
The fears of the past
Like, how could someone
Be lurking in your closet
Some monster prowling
Behind closed doors
Chops dripping and lips smacking
Tasting your legs and flesh
How could a spider seize you
Taunt you with oozing poisons
Inches from your face
In a world-sized web
It is so illogical now
Flesh loving zombies
Vampires and their blood lust
It is so illogical
You have left those fears behind
And sleep alone in dark rooms
Now more afraid of the solitude
Closed doors do not haunt
It is the emptiness
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