A battle of vast proportion
the light falling like lids
exhausted from the battles of the day
weak to overcome the
heavy darkness
Vulnerable to subconscious hell
that invades her space
released, becoming screaming shadows
fighting for the comfort
of the light to protect her (like a blanket)
trying to hide from the
hidden nothings in the corners
and under the bed
growing in strength
~Sunrise~
The darkness vanishes
with the shadows hiding in her soul
showing only in her eyes
away from the light
eating at her
draining her
as she shivers
and starts to fall into the blackness, heavy
fighting to prevent the cycle
from happening again