Terrors of the Night.

awakened with a scream

just another bad dream

danger with the sunset

never have enough rest

by morning paranoia

can't stand the light

dark brings weakened aura

terrors of the night

night by night

day by day

fright by fright

what to say?

Can the nightmare ever be stopped?

close the door and keep it locked

here inside one's mind

deepest fears intertwined

Every time my eyes close

wish I'd see the red red rose

instead i see horror

of the next night's twisted explorers

Will these nights ever end?

Never wished to see around the next bend.

Praying each night it will be over

Guess I need a four leaf clover.

The Demon's Monstrous Creation

I may be monstrous.

You're demonic.

I may be evil incarnate.

But baby that makes you prime evil.

I may not be perfect.

Neither are you.

I may be a rebel.

But you're a law breaker.

I am not the horror story you make me out to be.

The reality is that you are the real horror story.

You are a true serial killer compared to my cheese slasher film status.

The real difference is that I'm made up evil people pay to see.

You are the news paper heading everyone prays never to be.

You thought you corrupt me.

I'm compelling.

You thought you won the war.

When really the war was already won.

You despise my will and for that you tried to make me a monster.

When really the true monster was always you.

See that I was only your shadow.

Never as dangerous as the real thing.

The student will yet to be the teacher.

I am monstrous compared to human.

Compared to you I am a pixie among demons.

You Were My Everything

What do you do when you lose the one person you thought you'd always keep?

How do you handle the hurt and heart break?

Who will replace them when they were your everything?

When will they show you how much you mean to them?

Where does their heart lie?

Why have they gone never to return again?

You were my love, my life, my world...

I was ready to be your everything the way you were mine,

To show you distance couldn't ruin everything if you were really in love.

I wanted to marry you,

To be with you.

I wanted to love you,

Raise a family with you.

But I guess the love I had for you just wasn't enough for you.

Gone forever,

I ask for nothing,

It'd be foolish to even try,

Except that you keep the shattered remains of what my heart could have been.

When Does It End?

When does the nightmare end?

When do bad things stop happening to good people?

When do we stop taking two steps forward to get knocked six feet back?

When do we finally get a fucking break?

We can't keep doing this forever.

We can't keep pushing our limits,

To see just how far you can bend us.

One day we will break and what happens then?

We are only so strong.

We aren't super heroes.

We don't have super powers.

We have strong hearts and strong will.

But we can only do so much.

Losing Him

Haven't even packed.

Soon to leave.

Excited but scared.

What happens to him when she leaves?

She feels she's lost him.

Was he ever hers to lose?

Is he hers?

Will he ever be truly hers?

When will she see him again?

Today?

In a week?

In six months?

Three years?
Ever again?

In love.

Terrified to lose what may never have been hers to lose.

He is her heart.

Therefore he is her home.

Jailbird Sings

Freedom?

What is this word of which you speak?

Something unobtainable behind these bars.

Chains and stripes being the only life a jailbird knows.

How the bird wishes to break the chains.

Prove its innocence.

Breath in the fresh air.

Spread its wings and fly.

Even if it is for one day.

The bird would take it gladly.

To know something more could exist.

That would be what keep the jailbird going.

The hope to one day obtain that which is far from its reaches.

Freedom.

Does it Ever End?

Why is doing what is right for you always the hardest?

Why can't people leave you be?

Why can't life be simple?

I'm trying my best.

I'm trying to make it through this.

Trying to survive.

But how do you do it?

How can you survive this when everything is working against you?

How do you get up and keep fighting when they knock you down and hold you there?

As soon as you tell them the truth,

As soon as you speak up,

They shoot you down.

Rip your head off and feed it to the wolves.

You fall and hit rock bottom and keep falling.

They say that once you hit bottom the only way to go is up.

No,

That's not true.

Further and further you fall.

You take two steps forward to get knocked five steps back.

It never ends.

Never gets better.

How do you live when everyone is bent on your demise?