At times i'm lost
Time is slowly grabbing me
Twisting me inside
I hide inside my hearts desires
Death has me by a cusp
a benign being , wrapping me in cotton wool
it means no harm as i am aware
but at night the darkness comes
the darkness i refer to
gives me quite a scare.
for it is alive in me
it calls me stupid
it calls me dumb
show yourself i say
show yourself spirit
come out of the shadows
but it just laughs at me
where is the fun in that boy it says
im not finished with you and i never will.
i know they come because i am broken
they make me want to die
when you feel at your worst
they come and make you cry
yes i said , you was being so nice
but now you've switch on me
chipping away at my heart
i've had enough
i don't know why i fight .
i want to cut my throat and say good night.
YOU ARE READING
Grinding gears
Poetrythe demons are calling crystal clear calling but the clarity is a trap just to be sure can be twisted in itself when you think you speak with god but its the demons that are calling
