My loneliness is a demon
In my imagination my demon is handsome and civilised; so that it may be easier for me to carry him around. In that aspect, my demon cares for me.
My demon is deep inside me, instead of pain there are throes of evil passion between us, that you cant find with any human.
My loneliness is a demon.
He is well dressed and well versed; verses that make me fall in love with my isolation.
He has spectacular table manners; for he scrapes away at my insides so that it may cause me minimum pain. In that aspect, he cares for me.
My loneliness is a demon.
And although he is everything I want he takes big chunks of me before I can scream for him to stop. He likes the dark so much that the dark overpowers me instead.
I love my loneliness. My demon and I are dysfunctional in that aspect.
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My Boring Escapades.
Puisi"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
