SlippingAs I lay at night, my words paint the night sky black and blue with miseryWith only the strength of the hopeful sun stabbing through and spelling her name with tiny white lightsThese words silently scream out the thoughts that creep under my skin and slowly control me, Growing and oozing out in a salty ocean of destruction and fright.Dreaming softly as I bludgeon the demons with blunt axes, crying that they own me no more.It's blade mimicking the seemingly unbreakable agony of sleepless nights and bloodied hands.The corpse of the beast lay still on the ground; pushed away to leave space for what is in store.Dancing in delight on