The shadows surround me
and take me away
to a place in the darkness
where the demons play
they give me hope
and tell me lies
pulling the covers over my eyes
they play me, betray me
and still I laugh
feeling every ounce of the devils wrath
my mind is broken
and dreams are gone
I wish someone would
tell me what's going on
I don't deserve this
I know it's true
I tried to stop it
but what could I do
I was ripped and torn
like a fucking rag-doll
holding myself and
curling into a ball
my tears flow freely
as do my sobs
as the shadows race towards me
like an angry mob
grinning and snarling
like a pack of beasts
racing towards a long awaited feast
© 2007 Whisper
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