Demons don't sleep when the lights are off, they climb up your throat, make you splutter and cough.
Crawl in your eyes, change what you've seen, claw at your brain, make your thoughts unclean.
Scratch at your skin, 'til it all flakes away, pick at your veins 'til no blood can stay.
Hide all your memories, wrap them all up, mind your manners but don't give a fuck.
Choose your words carefully, you don't know who'll see, grab all your monsters and set them free.
See how far they choose to go or to leave, or if they choose to hide under your sleeve.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoésieI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
