As evening spreads its cloak of darkness,
They come..
Accompanied by their fires
My soul, my very existence is seared,
charred.. crisped.
They come..
Accompanied by their fires
My soul, my very existence is seared,
charred.. crisped.
The late night winds scatter the ashes.
Daylight delivers monotonous life;
The hours rush towards evening..
When the demons come once again.
3 comments:
deep... and twisted!! :s
Those are my two middle names ;)
Did I mention these words are about 9-10 years old!!!
كآئنات العتمه...
Wonderful *thumb up*
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