Nocturnal
By: Mack
Brazelle
The creatures
of the night
have come to
play.
They run from
the light
and sleep in
the day.
When the sun
slides down
the monsters
rise.
as they plan
your demise.
When you lay
to bed
dare not
dream.
What goes
through your head
becomes all
that you deem.
Looking in
your eyes
they see your
pain.
Wishing you
could die
as you linger insane.