My head goes through these little fits of rage as if it were stuck in a cage and locked away in the middle of the galaxy's largest maze.
In the early hours of the morning the shapes I see are scarier and there's nothing merrier than the sweet sensations of light.
But when my eyes can only see the terror of the Devil's might my body turns every emotion into fright and I am paralyzed, unable to take flight.
The shapes bend and twist into horrible creatures that our mommies and daddies tell us to run from and in a world full of darkness I want none.
As calming as the dark can be it can also make us see what we could never believe because we believe that we are the only beings.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
