derek's poems

lygophobia

It's ten o clock 

When will it stop

The visions in the corners of my eyes

I need some time

Without the night

Playing tricks on me and filling me with fright

I state up at my ceiling fan

Spinning round and round again

Oh I just don't know what to do

I turn on my lamp

Hoping light will finally stamp

Out the shadows in the corners of my room

My dreary gray walls

The vicious little talks

With my head and my ghosts

I need it all to end

Someone clean me of my dread

So that I can sleep alone

I stare up at my ceiling fan 

Spinning round and round again

Oh I just don't know what to do

I turn on my lamp

Hoping light will finally stamp

Out the shadows in the corners of my room

Because they move

And they haunt

And the dark

Surely wants

Me to suffocate

Become obliterated 

In my own fear

I need the light to flood my head

So won't you please flood me my dear

You're my light, don't flicker and fade away

I need you here, I need my sunshine to stay

Because the things I'm seeing

And all the whispers I hear

Are slowly destroying me

So won't you please flood me my dear

The light always pools around the middle 

But it never reaches the darkest corners of my mind

The corners are where I hide when I feel little

And broken down, but everyone thinks I'm fine

I need the light to flood my head

I need the light to fight the dread

I need the light or I'll be dead

I need the light so come flood me tonight