DAMBALLA
I can control you like a rag doll
When I poke you with my needle you flinch
On the outside I love it, but on the inside I want to make it stop
I just want to stop all the hurting and pain
And I'm sorry for all the misery I cause
I would never do it again
It's not me, it's my demons taking over
They finally broke free, and they finally figured out my weakness
It was you
My weakness was you
They found it out now they are after you
I never wanted to hurt you
I never wanted to cause you trouble
I'm sorry.. I'm so, so sorry
Please forgive me
My demons aren't like any other demons
Damballa, is what they call him
Serpent lord of Voodoo dolls
I can't control him, but he can control me
He tells me everyday that he will make me suffer by making you suffer
Get away from me, I will only hurt you, I say
You didn't believe me and despite my warning you stayed anyway
Your disobedience caused you suffering
It caused you to be tortured by my demons and you can't say I didn't warn you
I warned you
I indeed did, but you did not listen
No one ever listens to me
They all think I'm crazy and insane
Something is not right with my brain
Their hurtful words and doubtful attitudes are what keeps me going
Oh no.... I have said to much
I can hear the footsteps of him. Coming closer every second...
"It's me, Damballa"
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Inner Demons
PoetryEveryone has their inner demons, some might show, and show might not. These poems express who my inner demons are, but don't be scared.... You have your own monster living inside of you, you are just unaware.
