demons
For me to explain my demons,
Is like me trying to explain why I prefer reading at night.
My demons hold me in their arms,
They whisper unkind words in my ears,
They creep over me like a shadow,
A shadow that you can never escape,
And if you tried to escape them, their torturing will only get worse,
Their screams will get louder,
And your cries will last longer,
It will feel as if you can't breathe,
Like your life is being sucked out of you,
Draining from your soul,
Into nothing,
Nothing but a walking corpse.
Demons come in all shapes and sizes,
But what's worse,
Is that you can never escape them.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoesíaMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
