When it gets dark and quiet
My thoughts begins a riot,
When it gets pitch black and still
My head begins to fill,
When I'm alone and sad
I think of things that are bad,
Like the demons in me starting to dance,
And I wonder does my sanity have a second chance?
When I feel depressed and worn out
I start to wonder what my life is all about,
So I fear for myself when it gets dark and quiet,
For now the demons have won the riot.
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Poems And crap
PoesiaHey here is just a few of my poems and some random quotes and pictures I like.., Lovies...Tella.
