The nights are sleepless
Bodiless devil's
Who were sent here to me
To torture
To squeeze me of my energy
To hold me in its fiery arms
And comfort me as I cry
Silent cries
Hold me as no one else but myself would be willing to do
But I know
If I had the choice
I would run away from me too
But the dark of the night
Seems to be a burning light
A candle it seems, in the distance
Beckoning me to come closer
But the closer I come to it
The darker it is
And somehow
In someway
It's better like this
The days after the darkness always shine the brightest
But the brighter then endless day
Feels, the darker the candle lit night is
That's why I fear the day as I wake from a darker night
At mornings first light it appears to be alright
And then the day starts and it's always worse than the day before
Sulking
Craving the feeling of the night again
It almost feels like smooth silk across the skin
Silk smooth and lulling, the darkness is a lullaby
While the light is a battle cry
They see your weaknesses in the light
In the dark
You are what they fear
Because they know
Dear
The silence is what helps you
Heals you
And as thunder rolls across the earth as the night sky darkens
That is what heals you
Fuels you
Helps you.
The bodiless devil's feed off your fear
Don't be afraid
And they will not come near
But you'll always be afraid
Because that's one of the things you've lost control of
But you'll try anyway
Because your own fear
Heals you
Helps you
Fuels you
Silences you
Oh dear
You've let everything silence you
Don't you have anything to say
To the terrors
Of the night?
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Can You Not: A Series Of Poems Written From Memories Of A Semi Hurtful Past
PoetryPoems from the heart that encase the emotions of an anxious, panic ridden fifteen year old girl who doesn't really have any experience with real love or heartbreak, but thinks she does. What I've learned from my "experiences" is that we get from a s...
