thoughts of hate; my head i fill,
as talons scrape my window sill,
the memories rack my bones again,
as demons make my bed their den,

each night i feel them take control,
as each one strips away my soul,
and leaves me here a broken shell,
my haven lost en route to hell,

these demons are my guilty sin,
that eats away the life within,
my sanity; the locks that hold,
my heart already growing cold,

the light of dawn dispels my fear,
as demons now retreat and clear,
my empty bed again my own,
a dream perhaps? the truth unknown.