Late Night Inspiration

By Willow Taylor

There's nowhere you can run to,
There's nowhere you can hide,
what can you do when,
pain comes from inside?
The deamons of the world are defined by night
the evils of the world are controlled by might
But deamons from within are ones without end, and
evils of the soul are ones you can't defend.
If the pain within your heart is one you can't define
then the ache within your soul, may well be like mine
when you want for things that will never be,
when you fight forever and are not free
when the cause is hopeless then what will you see
look beside you, what is there, is me.
I am not hope, I am not peace, am I at all?
I muster all my power and prepare to fall
But even facing the darkest night,
even when I fear that the voices might be right
the pain becomes everything and darkness takes my soul
as I dissolve into stories that never will be told,
In candence and beat I am nothing but prose
but in the lying story pages like a rose,
if that is all I am, I will open my self wide
If I am naught but words, than that will be my pride

But...

There's nowhere I can run to now,
There's nowhere I can hide
there's no way to defeat
the deamon here inside.