When I'm up to late,
The demons come out to play,
Running circles in and around my mind,
Worse than they do in the day.
When I'm up to late,
My mind wanders far away,
To a place I never hope to find,
Worse than it does in the day.
When I'm up to late,
All I find is a murky grey,
Even with light it's dull and scary,
Worse than it is in the day.
When I'm up to late,
It's because my dreams frighten me more,
Than the horror of the night,
Which are burning me to the core.
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Depressing poetry for lost souls
PoetryThis is a collection of my own original poems, most are depressing or dark. Most have hidden meaning. Hope you like if not, then who cares, this is how a depressed person vents.
