Monsters
They live inside of me
Underneath my skin
In my memories
They come with my touch
White petals turned black
Beneath my touch
It's infecting
Demons
They come at night
Crawling and slithering and running
They come for me
Black hands black arms
Red eyes
Dragging me under
Taking control
My demons aren't kind
To me
To others
To anything really
Darkness
It's apart of me now
Clouded out my light
It is all that's left
Rip and shred and cut and bruise
Get her get her get her
They scream
My demons aren't nice
Doors can't hold them
My demons just knock them down
Corners can't hide me
My demons always find me
Rage rage roar and roar
If I get too close you will hear them
You might see their red eyes
Their black hands
Demons
They come at night
Searching and waiting and coming
They come for me
Scratch and bleed and burn and scar
Got you got you got you
They yell
My demons
I have demons
They live inside of me
They come at night
They don't like anyone
Especially not me
They aren't nice
My demons are cruel and nasty
They hate everyone and everything
But they are still mine
My demons aren't loved by you
They are disregarded
But they are my demons
My demons are mine
They belong to me
Let's keep it that way
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
