12:13 A.M.
12:13 A.M. demons stories

fallenshadow 19| Average writer dude,
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A late night ramble of sorts.

12:13 A.M.

I don't know why I ramble like this,

I don't understand why my thoughts miss,

My feelings hit home more often than not,

But the truth is I'm a terrible shot.

I'm wandering my mind in these circles, I've answers to find like a curse,

Though I suppose it could always be worse.

My head spins with questions unanswered, I feel like I'm going to fall.

Will I ever in this life find answers? Or will I simply lose it all?

I wish I could use the power of love to protect me, craft it into some kind of shield.

But Instead it drags me straight towards you, like some kind of magnetic field.

I fear getting close, because my demons come out to play at night.

I often don't get peace even in my dreams, I have to fight the fight.

I ask myself why. Why the trauma has to come out .

Is it so I don't forget? So me and the night terrors can go another bout?

I wake up in cold sweats, screaming out names and more,

What exactly, I wonder, what I'm screaming for.

I spend my nights alone, my pen my blade of flame.

Every night was once no different, it always ended the same.

Perhaps now that will change, with love on the mind in my brain,

Perhaps tonight or tomorrow night, I can finally escape my pain.

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