I was
Possessed
By the
Counterfeit
Hypocrite
Holy Shit
Demon.
It's like nothing I did could
Bring me to care about
The things I was
Doing.
My demons were running
Loose, finally surfacing my biggest
Secrets.
My addictions; the things I chose
To ignore,
The demons I chose to
Keep out of reach.
I knew I was
Addicted
The minute I knew
I needed you.
YOU ARE READING
Untitled Poetry
PoetryNothing but a bit of random poetry in the form of jumbled thoughts.
