That Night
I cried myself to sleep that night,
the night of pain, of suffering,
of blood and anguish,
there was so much anguish,
That night was like any other,
it repeated the same pattern,
the same twisted fear,
that kept me awake,
This torture is too much,
there is nothing that can stop it,
stop it from taking form,
and feeding off the weakness of my soul,
I sometimes wonder,
if that night would have been,
if not for the damned pain,
the damned pain that gnawed at my flesh,
Something is pulling me away,
away from this existence,
and I don’t know how to stop it,
it just keeps coming and coming,
That night… has haunted,
every part of my being,
and it will continue,
until there is nothing left,
Nothing left except a cry for help.