The memories are dark
But not distant,
To close to home I am thinking,
How are we supposed to deal with
The shadow spirits of the night,
Those that visit and sap our energy
Leave us doubting and believing,
Who knows now what the future will bring
I feel the sense of a foreboding being,
And everything that I keep seeing
Tells me more than I would like to know,
I feel the nightmares begin to grow
As the seeping shadows slowly flow,
Across the room for reasons I don’t know.