Wed, 09/03/2014 - 17:47 -- l.c


Night falls and it consumes me
The darkness takes my hand 
I want to scream 
But I do not think I can

My heart is pounding 
From where my chest should be
But nothings right
Who am I 
I am not me

This could not happen 
If it were I who dreamt this dream
I am imaginations
Of a million younger teens

Look there I see a demon
As it coasts across the sky
And as I blink 
a thousand years go by

And here I am
Still trapped, locked inside this hell
With nothing left except this ringing bell
And as it sings
The demons scream 
And send me to my doom

But then I wake again 
Just laying in my room


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