Terrors in the depths of the fog

I’m leaving again but to nowhere far
I might be too late or just in time,
My ticket is this ever aching scar
Daring to heal was some kind of crime

Demons wait behind every shadow
Listening for falling silent tears,
For theirs is this avenue and they know
Tribute is paid in my nightly fears. 

Every hurt comes back to visit a while
Singing memories along the way,
Lost dreams burning in the lies of a smile
This scene repeats itself ev’ry day.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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