Hovering above my head
Shouting out to my heart
Pulling on its strings
Like a puppet master,
And I'm the puppet
Shadowed souls all around
Running, jumping with no sound
Zipping and sliding past my head
They only show up when I'm in bed
The moon shines through my window
Inside my body feels hollow
Shooting stars flying around
I slowly slide onto the ground
I grip my knees and curl into a ball
Feeling warm tears starting to fall
I feel myself drifting off
As the floor starts to become soft
The demons let me go
Then the bruises start to show
The pain seeps in, and I can't breathe
I close my eyes and then I leave
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Dark Poetry
PoetryJust something new I thought I'd try. The poems won't really be gruesome, but somewhat of a dark side.
