Lost thoughts

PERSONAL DEMON

I lost my anchors

To the to deep ocean of my

Depressing dreams

That will not cure

Without the help

Of those who forsake me

To my own personal Hell

That gives me nightmares

That haunt me by day

And force me

To build my walls

To escape the people around me

Because I feel that no one thinks they can

Trust me

With their dreams and desires

And things better left unsaid

But I can't have that

Because of my demon's desire

To rid me of my last shreds

Of humanity

And make me a mindless killer

Of the good intentions

People have to reach out to help

Only to be left to desire

A better outcome

Of all their hard work

That is felt wasted on an

Urchin craving to

Have the beating heart

Of another person

with dreams much higher

Than could be seen

With the average eyes

That can't be fixed

With the right type of glasses