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