Late nights aren't the best
That's when the demons come out to play
And they do not jest
The sky is a very dark gray,
Just like my soul inside
The demons run around in my head,
Torturing me like some sort of game
They make my body feel like lead
They make me feel the blame
Worst of all, they bring you into the picture
You leave me
You drop me like a hot coal
And so I flew
But I fall into a hole
And then I wake up
The nightmare is fresh in my brain
I feel tears stain my cheeks
I feel the heavy downpour of rain
I can't find the thing I seek
And that is you.
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Just Thinking
PoesíaI'm just, well, thinking. These are late night thoughts that don't leave my mind, so I just write them down. Whether any of them make sense is up to you.
