3AM Poems.

Night Devil ~

Every night i think about dying
is the devil really spying
On me?
Every night the anxiety kicks in
is the demon really tying
On me?

Every night i fight myself
Every night i cry for help
Every night the sweat that breaks in
drags me through the hell

The anxiety attacks that hit the floor
As if the devil takes the toll,
knocks at the door
and takes away the soul

The grip that i lost on breaths.
The grip that i lost on sleeps.
The grip that i lost on faith
that sleep, heals.

Every night i lose my gravity.
Every night i lose my sanity.
Every night the demons that come outta cage
take me away from reality.

I dont wanna implode
I dont want my emotions
to explode, every night.
The devil knows the way,
He brings me down, in my dreams
He prowls.

Are the beautiful nights real?
They say the nights are gorgeous?
Yes, gorgeous, like his cackle
Yes, gorgeous, like the devil in hell!