As I lay there in the night I see things on my ceiling,
There just lurking, as if waiting to strike,
Sometimes they take shapes of demons,
Sometimes its just formless shapes gleaming on the wall,
I cant stand it cause with them comes voices,
voices I cant stand, voices of the past,
and voices of my last life,
voices of old friends,
voices of bad deeds,
one that isn't evil the one
of MY Best Friend,
her voice sooths me,
I could just hug her some times,
her voice Pulls me from the edge,
It just makes me want to Stay away from my old past.
Please tell me what you think about it thanks!! :)
