Saturday, 4 June 2011

NIGHT TIME NOT FIGHT TIME

A night full of torment and turns
Not knowing where to hide or run
Tossing and turning
Sweaty when its raining outside
Shortness of breathe

I feel like i'm caving in 
Weird acts all around me 
What to make of these
I haven't got a clue
My scream for help the only probable siren

Wish this could stop never to return