I am always at war.
the good and bad in me
collide.
as the darkness over powers light,
i say 'goodnight.'
im not much of a day person,
i prefer the night,
after a while the cold,
is more enticing than warmth.
i used to be one of day,
go outside and play.
he was always watching,
in the shadows,
stalking his prey.
one night i was awake,
when he came to me,
he told me secrets,
i will never tell.
i stopped the day.
and succumed to the night,
let the supernatural take flight.
my new friends,
him, the night, and that blade.
letting all those bright memories fade.
only to let my insides go cold.
i sold my soul.
a demon pf hell (maybe).
nobody can tell.
shhhhhhhhhh...................
