Out of the Shadows

My Facebook newsfeed seems to hate me more and more each passing day, showing me shit I never wanted to see.


Out of the Shadows

You sift through the night,
riding my shadow
like your own stallion,
sending shivers
down my spine.
And, just as I settle in
for a good night's rest,
you pounce,
ripping out my heart
with your bare hands.
I see it,
beating in your grasp,
and look away,
disgusted by the sight.
I pray for the final blow,
so that I could forget,
but this assassin
has no mercy,
no compassion,
leaving the bloody mess
for me to mop up.
And, as I lie in bed,
I know this won't be the last time.

I feel the thoughts
slit my throat in my sleep,
spilling my emotions out
onto my pillow,
mingling with the blood and tears.