feeling the walls close in
the cold consuming your very soul
distant and cold
refusing any comfort
why are you still here?
who made your self worth so low?
the cracks between your aching heart
can't take another blow
the wonderers of night
tear yourself apart
let your insides rot
terrified of the night.
Sometimes it's almost frightening,
to come here and see
all the beautiful poems,
all the poets
who are so much better
I have so much admiration
so much awe
that sometimes I wonder
why I try to write at all,
but now and then
I'll come back here
and do my best to pen, to write
and hope I can overcome
my sense of fright...
Who turned out the lights?
Who’s frightened again at night?
Searching for undeniable proof
To clarify the scary truth.
Noises and voices you hear,
Coldness you feel near;
Ice kisses on your cheeks,
Across your skin – fire streaks.
Who turned out the lights?
Who walks alone during the night?
Seeing things that aren’t there;
Dying out of pure despair.
The taste of iron and dried saliva,
On the tongue of the desert dwelling man,
A metallic scent upon the remains of a battle,
The fog of war carrying metal filled smoke,
Up the nostrils of the survivors,
As it twists and flows,
A living thing possessed by the souls of fallen man,
Time flowing away,
As the smoke navigates and dissipates,
Exposing the battlefield,
For the fright it truly is.
come a little closer baby
i feel like letting you in.
and i feel like telling you everything,
that i held so deep within.
all those little secrets.
all the those times i was shy
and here i am open arms,
and i'm ready to explain the fright.
and i'm ready to tell you the dirty.
the clean, the boring, the new.
i'll tell you what you want to hear,
i just feel like talking to you.
come a little closer baby.
i feel like letting you learn.
the ropes and maze to my heart,
but i won't lie i'm still concerned.
i don't know how much it'll last,
so lean in while you can.
i've got things to whisper baby,
so lean in, just take my hand.
When I'm alone at night ,
I am not scared to turn off the light
I am not frightened that easily
That is what I tell myself
I don't glance behind every next moment
I don't jump when I see some shadows
The strange sounds in the background
which echos around
doesn't terrify me
Nor do I look outside the window
Or I hide behind my pillows
There is nothing to fear at night
Nothing at all
In a room full of people
Yet I'm so empty inside
So tired of putting on these masks
With nowhere to hide
Under my bed
in the midst of the night
my demons run loose
and keep me up with fright
I'm constantly running
Away from myself
Screaming, shouting, crying
For anyone to help
And as the sun rises
I've survived another day
Still clinging on to the hope
That this will all go away