DEMONS

I'm drowning with the weight of the past,

all the choices I made, screaming at me

to take then back.

too late to change what I have done

black heart, broken mind

a demon living inside.

don't need friends, don't need this life,

but I'm too coward to jump,

and this thought keeps pulling me down.

just kill what's good left on me

and let the demon out.

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allets's picture

Yeah, But . . .

My demons wear daisy chains in their hair and dance around mushrooms at midnight. My demons sing nursery rhymes over cribs of sleeping infants, wind dreams of light around the halos of angels. Imps, I call 'em. Why jump, when you can leap and pirouette. :D slc


 

 

DELAMAR's picture

nice  

nice