Following, following upon silent feet,
Sometimes in front or maybe behind,
Black as the darkest soul when the sun shines overhead,
Disappearing with the appearance of Heaven's stars.
There is no getting rid of this stalking darkness,
Creeping ever after without the faintest sound.
Know it is there, though it never speaks,
Feel it watching without eyes to see,
It is privy to our secrets, hopes, and dreams.
This blackness feels no pain, experiences no fear,
Emotions elude it, no eyes to shed tears.
All it does is follow us till the end of time,
Watching, always watching,
This darkness of ourselves.