Demon
- by Sophia Cac
Laying down in the plain bed,
watching the night pass through by,
like a stranger who I never meet.
In the lonely room,
such presence lurk secretly around me.
Watching me, waiting for the right moment.
It's presence made my skin feel so cold,
but it's always been the one to hold me so close.
It's always been the one who embrace me so tight,
like there's no more tomorrow to meet.
It felt like nothing but insanity
or maybe even madness
Why in such way,
it has to be me who been put in such fate.
It has to be me who carve for such impossible dream.
I always wonder, what would it feel to be away
What would have happen if I left...
But I guess it will follow.
Wherever I go, whoever I came to, however I try to escape.
It will always pull me back in this dark room,
where its eyes glow as it watches me.
I guess I can never escape my own demon.
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PoesieInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
