If the whole world was watching,
I'd fade
and I'll start reminiscing all the things that I've done
with will and power
for bombs and desire.
I can't stay
upon the joy ride
because I am human–
the hunter of the great unknown,
reading my own mind
is like reading your own book,
barren and naked;
flesh and bone.
Nobody wants that.
I will be a rising tide,
I will take away your deadlines
I shall be your fairytale,
I'll wash away your worries
I'll accept the fire from atop of your head
and I'll simmer it down to ashes
so I can feel each phase
of your pain
and destroy the demon in you.
After midnight,
I look out
I am between a tidal wave
because this river is running wild,
and your demon is dying within.
Somebody told me
that I would be battle born
but that if I was still
killing what was within you
after midnight.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁