Sick excitement builds within me.
I can feel my demons hatching a plan.
One that will be both grand and awful.
One that at first I hated and ignored,
But their plan is one that I now lust and desire for.These invisible demons that plague me,
Are ones that I cannot escape from,
Because they live and grow in my head.
Their names are anxiety, depression, migraines, and starvation.
They feed off one another to strengthen their destruction.I cannot escape them.
For how do you escape demons of your own making?
I am trapped in a prison of my own making.
There is no escaping for me.
These demons and I are one.The demons wishes are becoming my wishes.
Their dark thoughts are the only thoughts that fill my mind.
Their anger, hate, and sadness become my own.
I can't tell if these demons are taking over forcefully,
Or if I just let them walk through the front door.These demons and I are one.
Their names are anxiety, depression, migraines, and starvation.
Their dark thoughts are the only thoughts that fill my mind.
And their plan is one that I now lust and desire for.
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Poems/Six Word Memoirs
PoetryThis is a book of poems written by myself. I will be adding a new one every week.