I am in the night.
Wandering what might.
What might of me
After a series of scene passed
What might of me after the anticipation crawled back
What might of me if I choose to soar high
And what might of me if I choose to lay low.
Endless possibilities.
Paths of regrets
Always in the vicinities.
Assuring the lots of tendencies
To succumb to the pits if minds
Connecting with the mouth
Will soon put you on the lumber
Surrunded by shadows
Sorrounded by your own demons.
Think twice
No
No
Maybe thrice
Think multiple times
Because once you.blurt out
There is no turning back
Rather there will be dark times
Sleples nights
Brain of thoughts.
Thoughts
Of what might
What might happen if did close my mouth
What might happen I choose to bite out
Peace,
That might happen.
Peace of soundless nights.
Peace on the lumbers
Away from the demons of guilt.
Peace of the shadows
Towering me of their scowling face
Pointing at me as the sinner
Pointing at me as source of there own darkness
Until they crawl down to my throat
Suffocating me
Filling up my heart
Joining the pattern of its beats
Until suddenly
It stops
The shadows stops
The demons stops
And my heartbeat stops.
