Moonless night, pitch black, and no turning back...
I step out to brush my teeth.
I can feel the wind so heavy it falls upon me.
Turning on my flashlight so i can see, It rustles through the leaves, and plays with my head,
the noises from all around.....are been carefully heard.
The Iraqi's play their music, like zombies they all sound,
coming from the dead, like ghostly spirits they're inbound.
I continue to proceed.
Not caring at all about the demon's invincibilities,
I set my light near a wall, pull out my tooth brush and get a quick glimpse at the stars.
Again the moan it echoes from all around.
Through out the city and back it bounce.
I hear things coming or maybe they are flying, but my prides too big, and i feel like fighting.
I scrub, and scrub, i heard a slam! Wicked wind is doing it again.
I see it walking, pure blackness with no distinction, but i ignore, for it is trying to put me under submission.
My mind's at ease, but my heart is pounding, i see no sign, nobody's coming.
Every morning it is the same,
5am the evil in my brain.
What is worst is not spotting the things you can't see, for there is devils out there much real than anyone thinks.....
With a bottle of water, I rinse my mouth, and curiously stare right up at the sky, I think to myself, I think it is nice, but the fire up there scrapes right through the night.
I see no evil, I hear no evil so to finish the job....i throw the bottle right on top of the trash.
I grab my flashlight and walk back to my crash. I still hear the wind hissing in the shadows as i slowly start to dash.
It's the same spook every morning when i wake, eerie creatures and unseen ghouls, just so i can brush.
