I sleep with the monsters every night,
Who only provide darkness to my sight.
They hurt the old wounds and allow them to bleed,
And make me feel lifeless while I stay alive.
They bring back the memories of the beautiful past,
And give me hopes to cherish them again.
However, deep inside I know the harsh truth,
that the memories of the past can never come into life.
The pain that captivates each night makes me feel frozen,
My hands lie still, my body motionless,
And my eyes search for a miracle while stopping the tears aside.
I hate the nights,
As it allows the monsters in me arise.
If you are wondering what monsters I talk about,
then they are the ones that live with me every time.
My thoughts are the monsters I fear every night.