Night
The night time comes like fire
Burning her with flames
She lays in bed just waiting
Until the light of day
The demons dancing around her in every sleepy thought
She can't escape the memories
In the back of her mind they haunt
Dark is for demons that waltz in her bed
Dark are the thoughts that are dancing in her head
Dark doesn't describe the feelings of terror
Like looking at yourself in a half broken mirror
Piece by piece, falling apart
She didn't deserve this, She has such a big heart
But the scars that cover it make a light that shines bright
Sometimes you can even see it shining in her eyes
For every dark day, comes a much brighter sky
Just stay strong my darling, the sun will always rise.
Breanna Dixon
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Night
The night time comes like fire
Burning her with flames
She lays in bed just waiting
Until the light of day
The demons dancing around her in every sleepy thought
She can't escape the memories
In the back of her mind they haunt
Dark is for demons that waltz in her bed
Dark are the thoughts that are dancing in her head
Dark doesn't describe the feelings of terror
Like looking at yourself in a half broken mirror
Piece by piece, falling apart
She didn't deserve this, She has such a big heart
But the scars that cover it make a light that shines bright
Sometimes you can even see it shining in her eyes
For every dark day, comes a much brighter sky
Just stay strong my darling, the sun will always rise.
Breanna Dixon
