Night Demons

As I sit alone.
Imagineing things are okay.
I look straight into the sky.
I don't see anything but day.

Clouds and a sky.
Is all that is above.
So why do we pray.
To a non-exsistant man above.

I'm told he is there.
But it's so hard to believe.
With all this pain.
And suffering.

I close my eyes and hope.
I want someone to hear.
It's like talking to a brick wall.
In one and out the other ear.

No hope and no care.
Nothing joys my life.
All I can do is ride it out.
Put up with this hellish strife.

Listen to the demons.
As they moan in the night.
Causeing me to cry.
Causeing me to sleep in light.

Why do they pain me.
Cause me to cut.
I really don't want to.
I wish I could just pout.

So leave me foul demons.
Stay out of my life.
You don't exsist.
Just like that man above