Into Dark

I looked into the dark.
It wasn't.
I saw remnants of demise.
Remnants of demise.
Remnants of demise.
Remnants of demise.
And then it stopped.

It looked back at me, yelling incomprehensible laughter.
Teeth wide as its eye sockets.
Wide as its teeth.
I laughed to it.
I cried to it.

It crawled on the wall, stopping at unnervingly random intervals.
It spoke.

Remnants of the wall.
Remnants of the wall.
Remnants of the wall.

I could feel it wanting to get close.
I let it.
I didn't.

It would sit on my unmoving legs.
It moved its head back and forth, stopping at randomly unnerving intervals.
And then it stopped.

Nose to nose, I could see its teeth as wide as its laughter.
As long, too.

It grabbed my hands.
I let it.
I didn't.

There was a pain, a small laughter.
And the remnants of the dark.
Remnants of the dark.
Remnants of the dark.
Remnants of the dark.

It started pushing pins underneath my nails. Unmoving.
Eternal laughter was heard.
I didn't listen.
The pins sunk deeper into forbidden skin at intervals of randomness. Unnerving.
It left.
I didn't.