the pieces in your mind

The pieces of the night

The shadows of the dead walk

The nights of dancing shadows

They wait for the low fire....

When lives have low heated energy

The worrying faces many will hide

It is said the demons will come

When you are at your lowest best

You hear people say

They can hear voices

They disturb the night sleep

They don't want to go away

The doctors will say

You have depression

You have unsolved worries

You are your own worst enemy

Whatever it is said

You have to pray

You have to do good deeds

Repentance is a way to salvation