Dark Poems

My Demons

-My Demons-

Pitch black shadows
within the meadows,
those I can see.
The tall standing figures
my fingers on the triggers,
the gun that will set them free.
Their sly smiles and bright red eyes
the voices telling me the lies,
hiding me from the light.

They follow me
Walking through walls
Without a key
All I hear are the terrifying calls

Help me!
Help me!
Help me!

The signs and voices invade
Not as nice as cherry limeade.
Whispers and temptations
Living with no limitations.
Tell me, tell me, to go and try
I deny it, in denial myself to whom I lie.

They are my demons
That are eating me alive.