ITS A DARKNESS OF DEMONS THAT HAUNT MY DREAMS AT NIGHT
AND THEIR SHADOWS THAT HAUNT ME BY DAY
THE SMELL OF SULPHUR FOLLOWS MY EVERY MOVEMENT
IN EVERY HIDING PLACE THEY HAVE BEEN HAUNTING, FOLLOWING AND TORMENTING ME
THEIR ONLY WISH TO BLOW OUT THE LIGHT OF MY SOUL
AND REPLACE IT WITH THE DARKNESS
THE DEMONS GROW STRONGER WITH EACH PASSING MINUTE
TO HURT ME IS USELESS AND THEY KNOW IT
THEY BEGUN TO HURT THE PEOPLE I LOVE THE MOST
BY DOING THAT THEY WOUND ME
THEY WAIT FOR ME TILL IM AT MY WEAKEST
I LIE THERE ON THE FLOOR
WITH NO STRENGTH LEFT IN MY SOUL
I MADE A CHOICE THAT NIGHT
I SHALL RATHER BE TORTURED FOR AN ETERNITY
THAN WATCH MY LOVED ONES GET HURT
AND SO IT SHALL BE
I WILL WALK WITH THE PAIN
JUST TAKING MORE AND MORE WITH EACH STEP I TAKE
LUZAAN SMITH
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-darkness-10/
