Darker Nights

The darker the dream the darker the night
For ones might doesn't always show what's in sight
And the mind can twist and turn to give a fright
Many faces show up to talk but can never seem to come alight
They just whisper and torment in the dead of night
Murderous intent, psychotic lust, but I still put up a fight

They scream I holler, they curse I pray
Hoping gods fallen sons weren't here to stay
Yet I hear them laughing at my pain, God did you send them my way?

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem