"Sick of the Shadows"

It lurks in the dark,

Just out of sight.

A secret.

His secret from her.

The one she must live to die.

The one that will kill him as well.

He's sick of the shadows.

The demons that whisper;

"All is not right."

That slithers like snakes

In the back of his mind

Through each waking minute,

Yet still undefined.

Because he's sick of the shadows,

The hiding from light.

Though when they surface.

Hats off to the night.