by Lou Ruggieri

Created on: August 10, 2011   Last Updated: June 02, 2012

The world is quiet, or so it seems
And another day dies, banished to memory
I slip into a world that used to be for dreams
And feel a terrorizing horror begin inside of me

It starts with something like a whisper inside
But there's nothing soft about their tone
Their voices half dead, but still very alive
Unwelcome invaders in my subconscious home

They repeat, and repeat, and repeat again

Flashing visions of what used to be
Playing images, screaming sounds, with no end
Every decision I could have made differently

They sting and stab and burn with shame
Torturing as if it were their very need
Perpetual pessimists that bite with blame
Yet they never eat but always need to feed

My bed has become a tomb I'm captive in
Buried beneath these sheets and the weight of regret
As these monsters destroy me slowly from within
There is nothing it seems, that they ever forget

Though I have forgotten the memory of peace
Unending is this perpetual nightmare of pain
I can only count the minutes until my release
And hope sunshine's arrival is not in vain

Because every night their teeth sink deeper still
Into the dreamscape of my wounded mind
Becoming stronger than I ever will
Working harder and harder to remind

That they are winning slow but sure
And all I can do is try and last the night
But even if I can somehow endure
I know deep down, I'll never win this fight

The world is quiet, or so it seems
And another day dies, banished to memory
I slip into a world filled with my own screams
Knowing these demons will destroy me.

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