It's the middle of the night and here I am awake again. My mind is roaming. Seems it never stops. Round and round it goes. A happy memory torn away by a tormented memory. Another happy memory trying to force it's way through, only to be devoured by the beast of the tormented mind. Round and Round.
Outside, enjoying the sounds of the night. I hear the sounds of rustling in the woods. The likely sound of an animal hunting it's prey. Waiting in dark to devour. Like my memories, devouring my happiness. Devouring my peace.
Up in the sky, the stars twinkling bright. Then the clouds roll in. Taking over. Bullying the skies. Devouring the light. Like my memories, devouring my hope. Devouring my peace.
Hush! Listen! Hear the crickets chirping happily? Singing their song of the night. Then silence it falls. The song maker devoured by a beast of the dark. Like my memories, devouring my happiness. Devouring my peace.
Somehow this too will end. Once again my heart will sing in the night. My peace will devour the bastards of my memories. The memories will be the weak prey of my hidden beast. My happiness. My winning beast.
