Poetic Release

I find comfort within the dark.
Inspiration is the fire's spark.
Light it up and watch me fly.
Raise my pen and touch the sky.

Flying across the page I begin to write.
Only thing glowing is the moonlight-
Shining upon the stand where I glide.
The monsters of insanity begin to hide.

They try to steal but they won't make me.
They try to conceal the things I see.
They fight with swords against my heart-
As they tear away and rip my soul apart.

The emotional outbreak is enough to hunt them down.
The demons within the poem hit the ground-
And they begin to search.
I sit alone in my old birch.

Shining stars illuminate the pathways.
Glistening bullets send us astray-
As the daylight turns to night.
Only thing glowing is purple moonlight.

The words spill emotion while they shine with darkness.
Only thing that stops me is the beasts so heartless.
Freedom tearing at their flesh and bones-
As I begin to write a poem all alone.