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I see Them
When the sun sets,
And theres nothing out there
To protect me
I see them look at me
I see them laughing
My demons aren't the same,
They weren't born,
And they share no name
All I know is that I can see them
Everytime I want to mourn
Hold my hand
And guide me through
This maze of nightmares
Everywhere I look
Its always the same!
The coldest stare,
They devour the flesh,
They burn me alive
They are my demons!
And only I can see them!
Beasts of prey
Demand a fee I cannot pay
And no one else can see
What stirs inside of me
And no one else can see them
No one else can see my demons
But me
Ooooohhh... at night they
Ooooohhh...
at night they gather 'round
in search of sleeping prey,
they hover over and within,
and do not rest til day,
gathering around me,
they scuffle to devour,
i am them and they are me,
but only in the witching hour.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Hello Ghost Rider
Hello Ghost Rider. Nice to read a write which is NOT about soppy love. Thanks for the taste of the macabre.
©bishu