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