In the thick of the night all remains still
In the thick of the night my demons roam to kill
In the thick of the night all is not silent
In the thick of the night my demons become violent
In the thick of the night my mind is set to roam
In the thick of the night my fears become known
In the thick of the night the floorboard creaks
In the thick of the night my door hinge squeaks
In the dark of the night a chill fills my spine
In the dark of the night as the stars streak by
In the dark of the night whilst all remains still
In the dark of the night it climbs through the windowsill
In the dark of the night when I cannot see
In the dark of the night as my paralysis refuses to let me free
In the dark of the night the monsters under my bed remain clearly as the monsters inside my head
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The Soul Of Me/\ Poetry Compilation.DEDICATED TO KANEKI KEN
PoesíaA (hopefully) fantastic compilation of some of my poems.
