when voices are hushed
and shadows are stilled
when lights are turned out
and children tucked in
that's when they're here
when sheets are pulled up
and bodies laid down
when doors are all locked
and houses are at rest
that's when they're here
these things, they aren't monsters,
nor creatures at all,
they're the children of minds
only thoughts and feelings
they leave you awake
with the promise of tears
silver, red and running water
that's when it's over
you cannot go back
what's done is done
left with battle scars
or coffins and flowers
YOU ARE READING
1am
Poetrya poem i wrote at 1am when this was all i felt [TRIGGER WARNING] depressing themes and mentions of self harm
