Demons
Purple blooms under my eyes
Like bruises
My fingers shake
I'm shaking
Bit my lips, bit my tongue
Teeth marks melting into marble perfection
Before they can taint the perfection
Of so many lost dreams
Hopelessness in my chest
Numb in my head
Lost in my mind
Lost to thoughts like demons
Exhaustion in my bones
As my breath rattle through the my chest
The discoloured skin of my knuckles
And restlessness in my brain
Memories crawling their way into my mouth
And down my throat, chocking me,
Pulsating through my veins,
Humming under my skin like the light above me do
The demons coming again
Never leaving entirely,
Waiting patiently
To bit the skin of my blood red lips
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Life in a few words
Poetry"You can't summarise life with just a few words." "Watch me." Just a little poem book Started: May 2020
