The night befalls the Earth
a peace settling into the wind.
All is well in the dreams of the people.
One lonely girl is tossing and turning,
nothing is well in the dreams of this one.
Her body soaked in cool sweat,
her arms are shaking not steady as others.
Poor girl is all alone.
No one really cares about her anymore.
She awakes with a cry and whimper
shaking from fear of the demon within.
Her own personal demon
torturing her in her dreams.
He slowly is sucking the life out of her
clenching his thirst for awhile.
Fright and fear is how she lives
the darkness of night is her only friend
but how quickly that can change.
Once she was a happy soul,
bringing sunshine to everyone around her.
They never last long, people like her,
demons always get to them eventually.
Slowly eating away the light,
eating all joy, happiness, and love.
Poor girl has no clue what is happening
a slight depression is the problem.
How wrong she is for the demon inside
laughs at her pitiful solution.
She turns to a blade for comfort,
red rivers flowing from her body.
She believes it releases her fears
bringing confort in the lonely darkness.
No one seems to notice this tortured soul
No one seems to care.
Poor girl goes through her day
dreading the time when the night falls
A soul that use to be so beautiful,
now a pit of darkness.
She is so scared to die
yet more scared to live.
Another night falls but the poor girl doesn't sleep
She finds the bottle of grace.
The bottle that will be her salvation.
Popping the precious candies,
one by one she takes them all
with a smile she falls limp.
Poor girl just couldn't take it
the demon has won again.
