When the sun sets and the moon rises,
The demons come out to play,
with the minds of the innocent.
Torturing them with cruel words, cruel intentions.
And what if the innocent play along?
Are they really so innocent.
Torturing themselves with cruel words, cruel intentions.
Drowning in the hopelessness of the innocent.
Breathing seems like a job,
Death seems like a chore.
Living is hell.
Nightmares.
The innocent succumb to the demons.
I do not own this.