As the sun sets over the hill, the town is quiet and still.
The demons come out to play at this time every day.
They prance around my head and tumble from under my bed,
They all shout and taunt me, but worst of all, they haunt me.
YOU ARE READING
// GO AWAY //
PoetrySometimes I wish people would just leave me alone. In that case, allow me to entertain you.
