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Tara Larson Jan 2010
On a Night Like Tonight
When the body grows too weary
to hold up the emotional walls
the demons attack
memories best laid to rest
awaken with a vengeance
sent to destroy my soul

The past I cannot escape
yet I have closed myself off
I will not share this burden
the fear of reject is far too great
the fear of letting someone in
to help me heal, to help me grow
is not enough
to open the door
that leads to the darkest room
no light shines in
the blackest of blacks
a tiny piece of my soul
charred
the flame can not be reversed
the fire that consumed me
burning me alive
the unnatural need
fed by the wolves
raised by the bears

i see the moon rising
it brings out the worst in me
dawn will not break
in my apocalypse

the storm clouds gather
to weak to stop it coming
my walls have fallen
and tonight
begins again
with the all or nothing fight

haunting
hunting
killing the happiness that grows
the lies so deep
they becomes truths
for the truths are too obscene
too far from reality
they are not truths
for truths are told
they are secrets
locked deep down inside
the kind that follow
always in the shadows
we take them to the grave
which is always too shallow

and those we let in
are the trust few
the trusted one
years of refusal
to finally let it out
the weight was lessened
if only for a time
for now he is gone
and my secret remains
my deepest battle scar
that brings out my worst
the world full of hurt
as the demons take control

I should have know better
but in youth
what do we really know
a trust so deep
the lies never showed
a wrong painted as right
a tiny soul was tainted
a tiny heart was broken
as a different side emerges
the trauma never fades
even in time
it lurks under the surface
waiting
for a night like tonight

— The End —