One day

One day, I'll write my book, 
The words will pour right out,
You'll shake when you do look,
When first, I begin to shout.
You can scream and no one hears,
You can cry and no one knows,
You can hide from all your fears,
Thinking you are safe from all the blows.
Your just a shadow, living in a dream,
Your just a phantom, existing in the night,
The ones you love, they're not what they seem,
They're slowly swept away, in fearful flight.
You'll see them all again, in my written pages,
You'll hear them speak again, in quiet words,
But you'll never hear again, the sullen rages,
They've taken shelter with the angry birds.
Birds of prey, they sit in darkened light,
Waiting, watching, they want to see you die,
Wasting away in the corridors of fright,
They'll take you now...if you let them try.