Guest
In the quiet corners of your mind,Where shadows dance and thoughts entwine,There lies a place where echoes roam,And whispers weave a tangled home. Within this maze of twisted thought,Where fears take shape and dreams are caught,There dwells a specter, dark and deep,A phantom haunting every sleep. It creeps upon you in the night,A whisper soft, a chilling sight,A voice that murmurs, low and sly,And fills your heart with desperate cry. “Get you,“ it whispers, cold and sly,As doubts and worries multiply,It wraps around you like a shroud,And pulls you deeper in its cloud. You try to fight, to break its hold,But still, it grips you, fierce and bold,It twists your thoughts, distorts your view,And leaves you lost, unsure, askew. And in this darkness, people's words,Like poisoned arrows, sharp as swords,They pierce your soul, they tear you down,And leave you wearing a thorny crown. Their looks, like daggers, cut you deep,Their glances sharp, their stares, they seepInto your skin, benea
