||[Mar. 25th, 2005|11:18 pm]
(Sorry, this poem really has no format. It is in it's own little world.
^^; This is really meant to be lyrics for a song more than a poem, because
the rythem keeps changing.)
The haunting things, They've come for me.
Come to steal my sanity.
Like bloody wraiths, they float and glide
Through dark recesses of my mind.
Behind blackened windows
Tearing me apart
On shredded wings and rotted feet
Ripping, Tearing, As I sleep.
And as I wake, they are there
Drenching me in cold despair.
The haunting washes over me
Blinds me so I cannot see.
And with it, goes my sanity.