Is that you by my bed?
Or is just demons in my head?
Is it darkness that blinds?
Or is it my legs intertwined?
The shadow crossed my feet.
Another world about to meet.
The cover ripped from my soul,
As darkness brings another hole.
Wrinkled sheets curse the night,
As demons enter my sight.
Not with the eye can I see,
But deep within my head they be.
Why can't they depart,
Leaving alone my heart.
The sun soon shall rise
The pillow pressed on my thighs.
I never asked you to come,
If only you would leave a crumb.
My heart to the demons I gave
As now it becomes a slave.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
Is that you by my bed?
Or is just demons in my head?
Is it darkness that blinds?
Or is it my legs intertwined?
The shadow crossed my feet.
Another world about to meet.
The cover ripped from my soul,
As darkness brings another hole.
Wrinkled sheets curse the night,
As demons enter my sight.
Not with the eye can I see,
But deep within my head they be.
Why can't they depart,
Leaving alone my heart.
The sun soon shall rise
The pillow pressed on my thighs.
I never asked you to come,
If only you would leave a crumb.
My heart to the demons I gave
As now it becomes a slave.
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