The Witching Hour Poem by Sven Rhoads

So is the time when they all come out to play
Keeping these eyes wide open until bloodshot
Tidal wave of thoughts that wont go away
Stealing my sleep and every dream that I got
Can you feel me drowning in my head
Can you hear me screaming in silence
Do you know what its like when blood runs cold
And you heart finally ceases to beat

Buried in darkness I lay in wait for the sun
White knuckling as the frustration builds
Weight on my shoulders begins to feel like a ton
Up my spine I can feel the wintry chills
Can you feel me suffering all night
Can you hear me in my every plea
Do you know what its like to have loss of soul
As your whole life is spent waiting to die

It is the witching hour when the mind cannot rest
Peeling back the hours in the barb wired nest
I cant take another night staring at these walls
In the deafening silence I hear the screams as angels fall

Seconds like hours
Hours like days
My lifeforce is being drained away
Escape is hopeless
I cant get away
My madness is growing until they lock me away