Thoughts of hate; my head i fill,
as talons scrape my window sill,
the memories rack my bones again,
as demons make my bed their den,
Each night i feel them take control,

as each one strips away my soul,
and leaves me here a broken shell,
my haven lost en route to hell,
These demons are my guilty sin,

that eats away the life within,
my sanity; the locks that hold,
my heart already growing cold,
The light of dawn dispels my fear,

as demons now retreat and clear,
my empty bed again my own,
a dream perhaps? the truth unknown.

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