They bang at their cages
They struggle against their bonds.
The dark cells of your mind shake with their howls.
It's all very simple, they want out.
These demons rattle their chains
Their voices rising in a hellish chorus.
The dark cells of your heart creak under the assault.
It's all very simple, they're going to get out.
They rejoice, the gates are down
You collapse under the pressure.
They all run free, your deepest darkest secrets on display for all to see.
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The Quasi-Coherent Ramblings of a Self Proclaimed Hermitess
AléatoireIf the title didn't say it all read on. A collection of poems, other short works and random ideas with varying themes. Reader input is encouraged, oh and a "Hermitess" is a female hermit. Most entries have a base in my real life, but then again mos...
