I have always been scared of the night
Not because of the darkness
Or what may lurk that i cannot see

But because its when my thoughts run deeper, darker and sadder.

Her skin was basked in the soft glow of the ember fire of the candle. She looked so serene, so beautiful, the exhaustion of their ****** night showing through her dropping eyes.

He smiles and kisses her forehead sweetly. "My darling" he whispers lovingly against her skin and she hums with a smile of delight.

"Yours..." she answers, voice as sweet and as loving.

Sometimes
You feel like you're head's going to
Explode
With all the thoughts running non-stop
And you just want someone to talk to
Not you're parents
Nor your friends
Nor sister
Nor your brother
Nor your lover
Just...someone
That someone who will listen
Just listen
Not to say anything
Just to listen...

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have two words for you
*******

"I'm scared, mommy" said little Robby, fingers that held the blankets over his eyes trembling, refusing to look at mommy.

Mommy sat on the bed, a hand reaching out to smooth the little boy's tangled golden locks. "Darling, there's nothing to be scared of" she smiles, her red lips stretching a mile.

"Lies, mommy, lies" Robby cried, mommy's long nails raking over his scalp.

Mommy laughed.

Little Robby's lip trembled in fear. He wished to wake up from this nightmare. Because mommy never had long nails. She never wore such red color on her lips. And she never laughed with such a deep rumbling voice.