She tosses and turns in bed.
The demons of reality playing with her mind.
Crushing her heart in their hands.
Their claws are sharp
and they make her heart bleed a million drops a minute.
She cries out and writhes about on her bed of blue.
The pillows muffling her cries.
The demons laughing in her ear.
The quilt that once gave her warmth,
now suffocates her and draws every breath from her being.
Her eyes lay wide open
and the demons continue using her body as a play thing.
She searches desperately for her ray of light.
She knows its there.
She knows its true.
But her cant find her ray of light.
She calls out and stretches to her max,
but she cant get anywhere near him.
She continues holding on.
The demons coaxing her to give up and let go.
She continues holding on.
Cos she knows that that ray of light is here to stay.
She knows it will never die out.
She just needs to hold on.
She just needs to stay strong.
Cos she can feel the warmth of the ray of light.
As long as she is strong,
she knows that the ray of light will not die.
LOVE; most wonderful.