One thing about myself I find quite ironic, is that the thing I fear, is the same thing that could bring me comfort.

The dark.

They say those who claim fear of the dark, don't actually fear the dark, but what lurks inside it.

I take comfort in the dark being able to hide without being seen.

But in the dark, lying within the shadows, are all my festering fears. 

While I hide from them, they hide from me. 

Eyes reflecting, watching, hiding.

They can't see me but I can't see them either, slithering behind, hungrily.