All my demons rise with the moon
Leading me down the road to my doom
Blinding me so I can't see a thing
Tying me down and clipping my wings
I stumble blindly into the night
Daylight seems to banish them from sight
They just lie sleeping, hidden from view
'Til darkness comes to wake them anew
Their cold hands tighten 'round my throat
They want to choke out my very soul
They've got me gagged so I can't speak
Buried alive so I can't breathe
They even haunt once-pleasant dreams
They tear me apart 'til I'm split at the seams
About the Creator
Amber Lynn Hunter
A person attempting to sort her life out by typing relentlessly on a computer. Mostly poetry, though I may type something else one day.
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