freestyle poems and ballads

Monsters

Clip me high on the wall, a place you all can watch me fall.

Fall into hell, a place I know well, the place the monsters came from.

I blow in the breeze, so cold I might freeze, flowing free with ease.

Hell is so far, so please just leave.

The demons with their home nowhere in sight, but still they live in my head each night.

Stringing my fear and regrets like a necklace, what an action, so reckless.

The more I fight, the more they bite, no escape, my future not so bright.