Staring into the deep,
I wonder what I will see,
Tiny little moving shapes,
Or my little demons waiting for me.
...
Bound by the feelings of love,
The rhythmic sound of our hearts beating as one,
I embrace the chains that bring me closer to you,
I adore the heart that was given to me to love you,
...
Slowly sinking into the skin,
I watch as the blood comes out from within,
Covering my hands in a crimson tint,
I watch as his life force burns out like a splint.
...
The small petals of a flower,
Slowly falling as they die,
Reminds me of a clock,
And when that clock strikes twelve,
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My anger,
Bottled up like cola,
About to fizz and burst,
About to unleash what's within.
...
Staring Into Darkness
Staring into the deep,
I wonder what I will see,
Tiny little moving shapes,
Or my little demons waiting for me.
I continue to stare into the dark,
Watching and waiting for movement,
I really need to find them,
Find the demons the devil sent.
Staring into nothingness I begin to not believe,
my eyes glance around the room,
Looking for any hint or sign,
They must be coming later i presume.
Two hours pass and I grow tired,
Waiting for them really is no fun,
I just wanted to meet them,
I guess that can't be done.
Staring into darkness once more,
No patience or hope nothing left,
Then a faint voice could be heard,
And I try to find the voice with my mind adrift.
Staring into darkness,
And only darkness,
For I have realised something,
The demons are in my head,
Along with the shapes,
And the fear.
Staring into darkness,
I hear the constant echo of whispers,
And I begin to smile,
And then my room is filled with laughter.
Staring into darkness,
Suddenly weightless,
The colours start to fade,
And then there's only darkness.