Poetry, Random Thoughts & Ramblings

This was originally intended to be a poem about vampires, but it went in totally different direction with a different meaning all together.

Creatures of my night
By
RG57


The creatures of my night
Have no soul, no hope, no life
They devour me, and tear me apart
No part of my sleep is untouched
Because my sleep is void and without rest
No matter where I hide
They are there, there in every corner of my mind
If I were deaf and blind
They would still taunt me
Taunt me with a passion
A passion devoid of mercy
Some call it paranoia, neurosis, depression
Somethingaphobia,
It will always have a name
Always a name I don’t understand
What do they know?
Have they seen the creatures of my night
Have you, have you seen them?
They feed on my fears, salivate on my pain
Laugh and ridicule at my tears
They torment my every being
Like electricity they flow to the very depths of my soul
During the day they sleep, but that will not last
Because one day they will take my only solace
And become the creatures of my day