Wednesday, 28 September 2016

thirteen.

the silence sings
of broken things
of messed up dreams
and reality

you're all alone
there's no one there to hold your hand
as you lay in the darkness
and shake
eyes full of fear
gasping for breath

it feels so good to cry.

I don't want to hurt anyone
least of all, you
but I only target those who sleep

wake up
I'm just a nightmare
the monster under the bed
it'll always be night time
if you never open your eyes

monsters are not forgiven
monsters are hunted and slain

if I can't be forgiven I should just burn
shouldn't I?





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