Sitting In Darkness, Demons Are the Hosts

Sitting In Darkness, Demons Are The Hosts On edge, can not see CLEAR sun as it shines rather seek blood letting from prickly vines No rhyme or reason, enters such lost mind just misery and pain- of the worst kind Into deep valleys, filled with raging ghosts sitting in darkness, demons are the hosts Foraging for rope- to hang, end it all there, unmindful of any healing call Found, greatest bliss in saturating pain praying, another desert with no rain When last shadow brings WITH IT, that last chance ask for no music but get up and dance On edge, can not see dear Life as it shines Step back on the Path, leave those prickly vines Robert J. Lindley, 10-08-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 15 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 110 Note- Most of these verses came to me in a dream... Could remember all but the last two... Had to search to find that ending mere minutes ago..