Demons

The lights are going out and so is my sight.
Some call this the end of the day and the beginning of the night,

But to me it’s when all my demons come out. You know those that cause terror and fright.

I’ve held in these dark thoughts for much to long. 

Me bottling all these thoughts up wasn’t helping, it only prolonged…

The inevitable, the truth eventually had to be told. 

You all thought you knew me but did you really know that my soul was this cold?

Death reverberates in every rhyme, the Grimm Reaper is what people call this pen that I hold. 

Blood is flowing out instead of ink,

I thought getting these thoughts out were supposed to lift my soul but instead I just sink. 

Into a deeper and darker hole that I like to call home. 

Where I’m surround by my demons but yet I’m so very alone. 

Pick up the cell, try to dial my friend for some help but there’s not even a dial tone. 

So I turn back to the pills and take the whole bottle just trying to get stoned…

Not realizing that I took enough to end my life but here comes the darkness again.

I guess in the end it’s my only friend. 

It’s been taking away the pain since the beginning but could tonight really be the end?

Then I wake up in a cold sweat realizing it was all just a dream, and it happens again.

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