The Horrors Of The Night Poem by Chelsea Hansford

The Horrors of the night,
Attacking my senses,
Like a ghoul of ghastly,
Sentiments.
I feel them crawling,
Through the shadows
Of my mind.
They stalk me in,
My dreams,
And corrupt me in my
Waking.
Decaying flesh of evil,
They were once pure,
Hearts alive with hope.
Life ate away at them,
Till their boiling, bubling flesh,
Fills the air with
Pungent aroma.
I see them in my dreams,
Crying out to me,
I want to breathe life,
Into a life that's gone.
But the Horrors of the night,
Are nothing more,
Than the lives,
Of my dreams lost.