Collection of Poems

Demons

And I hate living in the past
You know?
But it's not like I can just stop
For the past shapes the future
And it would be stupid of the world to forget it
And it would be stupid of me as well
But I've built my home upon pillars of dreams and memories
Lifeless thoughts to drown out the voices
But they can swim
These demons of mine
So what now?
It is said that God once drowned the world but still it's demons live
So he will come again with the flames
I don't know
But maybe I should take the hint
And burn what's inside of me out
Light this fire inside of me and turn myself inside out
But how do you kill something inside of you without first killing yourself?