Every night I go to bed With the demons in my head With all the things I should have done With all the things I did not do Every night I go to bed With the demons in my mind With a silence that is far from kind With a turmoil that never ends Every night I lie in bed Twisting in my sleep Cursing At the peace of mind I could not keep Every night I lie in bed Thinking of the next day When everything will not be okay As I repeat my sins Everynight I lay awake Dreaming of the happiness I could make If only I did not sleep With the demons in my head --------------- Sometimes words just pass through my head, fragments of reality greatly enlarged and exaggerated, and they form themselves into the strings of words commonly known as poetry. Due to my nature and eternal fascination with the surreal, the dark and the evil, these words tend to be negative more often than not. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed reading.