Sinister smile
Ready to attack
I was asleep
When it all went black
I block it out
I do not want to see
Those demon faces
Took too much from me
I lay in bed
Kill me if I cry
I stay strong
Though I really want to die
A hidden secret
I've kept in so long
I want to croak
Still, the memories won't be gone
Painted in red
These bed sheets bleed
I shut my eyes
As I remember their need
A disturbing satisfaction
They rise to their feet
Unlike technology
There is no delete
These monsters are real
Recalling words spoken
Sick to my stomach
I will forever be broken
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Profane Truth
PoetrySometimes we don't know why things happen and some people will say, "it happened for a reason." This is a poem about one of those times, except this time she will be forever changed.
