Crawling over deceit,
With rotting clawed toes.
Pulling back the bedsheets,
In order to expose.
Frightened looks of terror,
Pleading to be let go.
Never realizing that we create,
The monster in front of our nose.
Dancing light faerie,
In another world this being may be.
Unveiling the wisdom in all hearts,
That they may be free.
Ugliness and blackness,
Creeping out from within.
Projections are a troubling sight,
It's just the light wanting back in.
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