You Gonna Make Me Cry
You Gonna Make Me Cry...by Etta James
3 December,2002
~The Haunting~
The haunting of the night weeps. Drops of moisture
falling down hard. There is no way to esape the
darkness of days end. Tearing at our souls,
flowing as raging rivers of destiny.
As the stillnes creeps through the air about us,
we hover underneath our warm blankets, in hope we
can cast aside the feelings that overpower the
strongest.
Memories come to life run rampant through ones
mind,turned into daggers that shoot out and stab
at our hearts until we are limp,and beaten into
restless sleep.
Awakened to find the same thoughts are still
hanging in the air above us in as a dark
cloud, or damp fog that clings onto us. Unable to
determine if one is in a dream state, or wide
awake with the stark reality that the dream is real.
Shoved into the corners of our mind, we beg to let
rest, but the darkness rips open the corners,
wanting
to penetrate every inch of us inside.
Fatigued we give into the horrors of the night,
until our eyes can no longer hold themselves
open.
And the haunting begins again.
~pamela
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