sometimes when my demons
come out and play, I close
my eyes and let them run
their own little game.
and when I open them
back up, I often find
myself a little closer
to losing myself, to
whatever is trying to find
it's way through my body, through
the cracks of my soul
and to the back where
I keep my nightmares hidden,
from surfing their worried
holes, right between my unknowing
bones. and I'm doomed to
let it take control.
YOU ARE READING
demons
Horrorsometimes, my demons want to come out and play, if I don't let them, they will rise hell and do all kinds of shit. that's why I write dark poetry. this way, I can almost pass for a same person the rest off the time.
