TRIGGER WARNING
I'm a slave to the demons
The ones with leather skin
Red eyes like the blood
that use to fall my skin,
from a blade I use to call
my friend
A distant memory, I cannot find
Of a time when I couldn't survive
My skin was freezing, under ice
I couldn't see myself in mirror
reflection vanished like the
fog from early morning mist
I was tortured and executed
To a land where insecurities lied
Forcefed words so vile,
even satan cried
My air with think with smoke,
I was choking slowly
The demons laughed, they taunted
Their voices tiking at my brain
I screamed for silence, the louder
They screamed
I begged for attention, I needed a
Distraction
From the monsters brewing under
A small thred
I was dizzy and empty, the darkness
Pulling me in
Handing me a cup
Of pure sin, drinking it up like
Alcohol from a small cup
Sending me through a painful
Esctasy that was worse than than
The knife that slashed my skin
Marks of silence
When I needed to be free
Late night showers, left too clean
Wrapping the damage
I didn't plan to commit
Hoping the voices would
Let me sleep at least for a night
But it seems futile as they
Come out of the dark,
sinking their claws
Claiming my mind
Like a wolf and its territory
My reflection missing, I still cannot find
The girl I once was
Before I withdrew from the light
The darkness my kidnapper
Locked in a cell
The demons laughing at the pain
They inflict like throwing knives
Into my freezing skin
This is my nightmare
Late at night in bed
That the demons will drag me back
To lay damage again
To rip apart my mind
And lay waste to my soul
Leaving my heart to bleed
Out
That is their goal
To slowly drive me insane
Until I am gone
I am the girl
Trapped inside a endless
Cycle, hoping to never use
The only friend
That silences the monsters
That pushes the demons far
From the edges of my mind
To the dark cages I have created
I am winner
But I have lost
I am insane
But I am sane
I am a Slave
To the demons
Haunting me.
Written By: Teha Brown aka WILTEDROSE213
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HeartFelt Poetry| 18+
PoetryShe wrote Poetry because everything her heart sang was words of pain, So she would pick up a pencil and let her hand sing words to a poem that no girl should ever have to read. ~Teha Brown *Poems From The Heart *They Might Make You Cry *You Will Fe...
