I stare into the fire.
I watch its fitful, flickering feast.
And I wonder, solemnly,
If I will ever be at peace.
The night about me closes in,
It's darkness a soothing shroud.
And I sense the beasts
I feel the beasts
As beyond the flames they prowl.
But it's the beasts within I fear.
Not the beasts without, drawing near.
The dread monsters that gnaw
Far in the depths of me,
That cause me to shake,
That cause me to flee.
That wrench and tear
And cut and...
And the anger and sorrow
Boundless and cold
Seep and slide
And tighten their hold.
The beasts without draw closer.
They can sense,
They can feel,
They know that soon,
Soon...
I stare into the fire.
I give myself to the flame.
And I wonder
Shall I ever know peace again?
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Dark Places
ParanormalI am Death. I know who you are... There is darkness and madness in each of us. We must do battle with our own demons. But... What if those demons opened the door in the back of your mind and stepped out. What if they became real? If the night, the s...
