Softly


	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Both Sides of The Mirror \| Waiting \| Softly \| Count Down \| Reaching Out \| The Door \| Meaningless Lies \| Hate \| Lost Time \| Place in My Heart \| Evil \| Blood \| Tears From Above \| Pretend \| Looking Up \| Want \| Unseen \| Untitled \| My Star \| Forever Changed Softly It comes to me at night, when I am the most vulnerable. Taking my thoughts and confusing them, reminding me of what still haunts me, what still makes me fear. A never ending battle that I will never win. Bleeding continuously, trying desperately to cover my wounds, but once exposed its no use. My weakness has been found, and exploited it will be. Fighting with the unknown that lives in the realms beyond my reality, that lives in my dreams and keeps me from ever moving forward, killing me softly in the night, without anyone knowing.