The Unknown

We may not know who they are,

What they have done,

Or what they know,

But what we do know is that they are here,

Not to help but to destroy,

They leark in the darkest corner wait for us to snap,

They wait under the beds until we are asleep,

They watch our every move and breath,

But what they don't know is that we know how to control it,

The more they try,

The harder it is for us,

The more we know about them,

The harder it is to turn away,

How we know is the mystery we need to solve,

As for now they will stay in our shadows,

Forever until they must leave,

The only thing we really need to know,

Is how to stop what they have done to us,

The way we know is our life, soul, and heart,

When we lose the fight in us,

We our self become the unknown