As soon as darkness fills the skies,
The demons in my head take pride
In the smoggy shredded capes they wear
And the sharpened rusty swords they bare.
They creep inside, towards my heart,
Down a soggy crooked path,
Where they gather into nests,
Like a pothole full of snakes.
My hands get shaky,
Bowels are squirming,
Eyes are weary,
Throat is burning
And my mouth opens so wide,
To let the daunting screams outside,
Before the lot of them ignite,
In my body full of fright.
The night is long,
my voice is loud,
tears are running to the ground,
Where my feet got stuck for ages.
No point in fleeing the disaster
Once the monsters have set up there.
The daylight shines, my cheeks are dry.
There are no more tears left to cry,
No words to shout, no move to make,
No demons to keep me awake.
The sheets await,
I lay to sleep,
My soul all drained,
But full of peace.
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