Sitting in the dark,
Not afraid of what I don't see.
Let all the scary things,
Try to get a piece of me.
Fighting out the hoardes,
Of demons in my head.
I just want some quiet,
So I can go to bed.
Try to be silent,
So I can get some sleep.
Dreaming of all the things,
That crawl and creep.
Thoughts fill my head,
Of the death I so await.
Uncertain of what will happen then,
But I don't care if I pass through that pearly
gate.
Wiping off the sweat,
As I sit here alone and in fright.
The demons always come at me,
In the middle of the night.
I can't keep them away forever,
Because their always in my head.
It's either the demons or I,
And it'll only end when one of us dead.
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