Quivering in the darkness with silent pleas of pain
I hear them whispering, the demons of my age.
I see them taunting and leering at my way.
Nowhere to run nor to hide.
I find them tormenting, eating up my pain.
I keep their voices down by the bottles of vodka,
I keep their thoughts out of my own,
But I cannot fight any longer.
I am losing the battle, I am losing the fight.
There are no superheroes or shining armors.
Only dark witches and evil masters.
But in this dark room, I see no one.
In this dark empty room, I am alone.
I am alone to face the monsters that is,
only living inside my dastardly head.
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