Poetry Of A Broken Heart And A Poisoned Mind

Demons

Quiet, silent, vicious, and cunning.

Demons of hate and pain are stunning.

They speak through your mouth and puppet your heart.

Their talent and control is a work of horrifying art.

I wished not to be with those I love or you.

For I'm afraid of what my little friends might do.

I want to make sure that you're safe before I make a move.

I want you to be safe from me, I want to prove.

I want to know that I'm fine and not helplessly controlled.

I want the words in my mouth to be mine and not a command I was told.

I'm sorry if I seem to do all that I should.

I need you to understand that it's for your own good.

I might not make sense, because I'm fighting myself.

The book about ME is on the highest shelf.

I need a ladder to get up there and get ME.

But the ladder is locked and I don't have the key.

I laugh to know that I'm a lost cause.

I have fallen so deep into into life that my life has paused.

Walk away before I take you with me.

I'm filled with infection and a dark entity.

Walk away now, PLEASE.

I'm begging, I'm on my knees.

Just leave me alone so they don't hurt you.

If they did then I don't know what I'd do.

These demons inside are what I'm afraid.

These demons inside that others have made.