Something Broken

The Demon Who Steals My Sleep

There is a demon who sits in the top left corner of my bedroom
speaking to me only when the sun is far beneath the horizon and only darkness fills my room
He whispers in my ears and keeps me awake
Sometimes the things he whispers make me smile and dream of things I wish I had
Sometimes they leave me rocking back and forth in a puddle of my tears

And sometimes he grapples at my emotions, stealing them away
So all I can do is lay awake feeling like an empty shell too far up the beach to be reached by the tide, to ever feel anything again

There is a demon who lives with me.
Who lives in me.
We now occupy the same space
Live in the same home
Or "home"
He grants me wishes like a genie
Finding ways to kill the happiness with every breath
For example,
I asked for true love and that I was given
But forgot to ask that the love be everlasting
So I was left only with a broken heart and a few broken bottles

The demon now sits on both shoulders
The angel long gone
Now it is only him to keep me up at night
I want him to leave
But I fear if I rid myself of the demon who sits in the top left corner of my bedroom
Then I will be truly
And completely
Alone.