Alone at night is when TheY come to haunt me.
I try to preoccupy myself so I cannot see TheM in my parifial vision.
Reaching out.
Screaming loud.
Trying to drag me in.
I am dead inside.
I sold my soul to the devil to get some peace and quiet. I should have known he would not listen. His minions come and remind me every day of what I have done wrong in my life.
In my dreams.
In my nightmares.
In my home.
In my head.
In my body.
In my blood.
My blood boils when I become outraged at the monster I have become trying to fight the other monsters. I'm such a hypocrite.
No matter how far I go.
No matter who I go to.
No matter what time.
No matter where.
No matter if I am happy or not.
TheY will be there. Watching and judging.
I can't runaway from myself.
YOU ARE READING
H.C.N.M.P.H.
PoesieThis is just a little book of good and bad poems I've written when I am not doing the best.. most are sad and I'm sorry if this upsets anybody.. just normal thoughts that cross my mind on a regular basis. Nothing special..
