teeny tiny thoughts

scared shitless

I'm scared shitless.
no sleep could cure my tiredness.
I'm back in this room of comfort,
yet her demons could still visit her loft.

they made sure she felt their chill.
they laughed as she shivers from their
     whispers.
'cause they never went away.
they just waited for the perfect time to
     regroup and visit their prey.

who told them her weakness was the
     morrow?
'cause now she has sunk deep into the
     shadows—
of drowning thoughts and endless fears.
'cause she seems to have lost something
     that kept her going through the years.