Tales of a twisted mind

The brutal memories of the day's gone bye haunt my twisted mind.

Waiting in the shadows like a predator waiting to pounce on any glimmer of happiness and devour it in it's darkness.

I shout out in my despair that I am a perfect child of the light.

I watch helplessly as they retract smirking into the deepest depths of my mind, knowing they will back when the sunlight turns to night.