From darkness, they rise.
Cracking her beliefs.
Shattering her being.
Tormenting her,
Turning her existence
into a living agony.
Every night, they come visit,
Play games with her head.
Amusement to them,
A torture for her.
Relishing their wicked reign,
Of horrors and pain.
For her, she wants to die,
Or at least, run and hide.
Hide away from them,
From the evil inside of her.
There was where they were.
Going back to
their heinous lair,
When the morning
light shines bright.
And they await
in the shadows,
To come out,
and play again at night.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
From darkness, they rise.
Cracking her beliefs.
Shattering her being.
Tormenting her,
Turning her existence
into a living agony.
Every night, they come visit,
Play games with her head.
Amusement to them,
A torture for her.
Relishing their wicked reign,
Of horrors and pain.
For her, she wants to die,
Or at least, run and hide.
Hide away from them,
From the evil inside of her.
There was where they were.
Going back to
their heinous lair,
When the morning
light shines bright.
And they await
in the shadows,
To come out,
and play again at night.
