Angels I hear you loud and clear while I lie in bed twisted in fear. I pray you protect me from the demons tonight that want to strangle my throat so tight. I need you close watching over my soul while I slumber in my dreams like a wondering foul. But as I sleep you seem to change with razor fangs and now unnamed. Your soft loving presence slowly fades as the dark bitter cold of your breath invades. Your claws dig in as my mind falls deep and I know you will kill me in my sleep. But most of all I know your not angels at all you the demons that follow me day and fall the ones who are out to grab my soul and then will turn my heart to coal. nobody can save me from your slippery grasp the time that I know will always last but once you have played and had your fun back to the angels you will become.
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Riddles of a destroyed mind
PoetryHave you ever just wrote what had come into your mind? The renditions of twisted thoughts on paper.
