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Fearing the night has become so natural to me
That time when all my demons come to see
How far they can force me to sink once more
Deep into the darkness that tears at my core
Every night with the setting of the blazing sun
These tormens shred their bindings undone
To claw and crush their way up from the void
Inside my mind where my world is constantly destroyed
Such wrenching pain that slashes at my soul
My sanity made to slip and lose its hold
Twisting my reality to break my burdened will
And leave my overwhelmed heart shredded and still
These rivers of my tears just keep on falling
Down into my darkness which keeps on calling
dragging my tattered and lost soul deeper
Bringing me ever closer to that chilling reaper
My ability to fight back drains from my grasp
As the hands of darkness reach out to clasp
Gripping to the bone to burn with such pain
The arms of my hell becoming my chains
Where forever alone I remain weighed heavily down
Left in my endless abyss of shadows to drown
Under the oceans of my blood and tears
Forever sinking within my terrifying years
That time when all my demons come to see
How far they can force me to sink once more
Deep into the darkness that tears at my core
Every night with the setting of the blazing sun
These tormens shred their bindings undone
To claw and crush their way up from the void
Inside my mind where my world is constantly destroyed
Such wrenching pain that slashes at my soul
My sanity made to slip and lose its hold
Twisting my reality to break my burdened will
And leave my overwhelmed heart shredded and still
These rivers of my tears just keep on falling
Down into my darkness which keeps on calling
dragging my tattered and lost soul deeper
Bringing me ever closer to that chilling reaper
My ability to fight back drains from my grasp
As the hands of darkness reach out to clasp
Gripping to the bone to burn with such pain
The arms of my hell becoming my chains
Where forever alone I remain weighed heavily down
Left in my endless abyss of shadows to drown
Under the oceans of my blood and tears
Forever sinking within my terrifying years
Literature
The Witching Hours
Night climbs slowly up the spires
Tow’ring above still, silent streets.
At last have come the witching hours
When ghosts and goblins dare to meet!
The gargoyles and the ghouls all prance
In gutters where the children trod
At day before a yawning trance
Did send them to the Land of Nod
The witches trade potions for spells
To keep the creeping spiders out,
Much like farmers from green dells
Ask merchants, “How much for a dozen trout?”
The poltergeists ascend the towers
And sing like choirboys all the way,
Then fly to the bells and ring out the hours
Before night will be lost to day.
But alas, the dark must end sometime,
Th
Literature
A fateful night
"Stupid mom, stupid dad." Nolan muttered to himself, "why do they always have to fight." He sighed and looked around, the forest was familiar here but he'd never been out so far without an adult, he hesitated. It was pretty scary, but he had to prove to them he didn't need them! And he didn't! He took a moment to gather his courage and continued onwards. He'd make his own home, here in the woods. It wouldn't be much lonelier. He was the only kid in the village. After all, elves didn't really have a high birthrate. He looked up, the night sky smiled at him through the leaves. The leaves ruined it a bit, he wanted to see the the night sky in fu
Literature
coming home
moments no longer
hang
delicately suspended
waiting
instead
deliriously happy
racing the storm
running down a street
thunder and sheets of rain
all around
wind curves around
pushes forcefully forward
leap
storm raging
pulls
up
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This happens to be a product of boredom, like many of my poems, hope you enjoy it.
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