on a sepulchral starless night,
the skies gaze down at me, greeting hi.
they asked if i'm fine
i answered- of course, i do,
i always am.
thinking- again always thinking on this quiet night-
ironic how darkness comes with light
ironic how someone's denial and still try to fight.
and, oh, ironic how i am writing this
knowing and not knowing
the truth behind why i'm writing
and the feelings hidden
beneath this paper.
my mind is again now racing,
flashes of memories
they're reminiscing-
haunting
haunting
not wanting me
to get some sleep.
i remembered-
it remembered-
things, words, thoughts
actions, lies, hurt,
betrayal, lies, words,
words
words
that were slicing through my skin
cutting through my veins
knocking through my head
beating through my heart-
you.
you are my demons
your words are the villains living inside my mind
your face staring back at me
is the monster
i do not want to find.
you,
are me.
