State of Soul

Demons and Skeletons

Roses are red
Violets are blue
There's a demon in my head
That reminds me of you

It creeps in the night
Avoiding the light
It chases me and fills me with fright
I guess you would say that I'm not alright

This damn thing that is suffocating me
Makes me fucking hate me
It steals and lies and chokes
Then laughs like it's all one big joke

I'm sorry Mother for being a bad daughter
I'm sorry Father for becoming a hoarder
Of all these emotions that I keep hidden
And the curses that I have written

Down on my paper heart
Just fucking rip me apart
There's no salvaging the unsalvageable
There's no saving the unsavable

I guess that's just how it all goes
The stories mix and twirls
Gliding through my lips like gold
But my thoughts are like rabid squirrels

Hyper and vicious
Their foaming mouths remaining malicious
I spit these words into a sharp rhyme
And there's no clocking out until the final chime

So please call me crazy, mad, and insane
Tell me that I'm going a tad out of my brain
Your words won't hurt me one bit
They won't even form a pit

In my stomach
I'll read you like a comic
You'll try to play me like a puppet
Until someone is struck in the gullet

I guess they'll remember my name
They'll hear and take aim
But I'll swallow their rage
And lock my hopes away in a cage

Roses are red
Violets are blue
There's a demon in my head
And skeletons beneath my bed

© 2019 K.N. Herzner