Memories
In the darkest hours of the night,
the shadows awaken
In the darkest hours of the night,
I shiver as I feel them coming
I remember their teeth, snarls, grins,
their haunting echoing cries
I toss, turn, lay still,
awaiting the inevitable
I close my eyes,
blocking them from my mind,
they come back clawing, screaming
The light peers through the window,
thankfully beating back the dark
And I dispise the next fight I'll have
with these awful memories
