Demons Of My Mind

by Baby Rainbow   May 18, 2013


Oh great demons that live within,
please tell me what you want.
You haunt my thoughts both
day and night and slowly
you drown my heart with petrol.

I plead with you to leave my mind,
to make your echoing voice stop bouncing
between my ears. You play your games
of torment and then play hide and seek.

I count to ten like I am told,
but never do I look. I will not be fooled
because I know you never left.

Oh great demons that live within,
please tell me what you want.
Kill me please if you so wish,
but do not leave me hanging
between your echoing voice
and your games of hide and seek.

Saffie
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  • 11 years ago

    by Edward Oropeza

    Yeah great Saffie, the first phrase are conjunctive to each other, demon uses fire, you're timing to petrol is relevant.
    the Second phrase, it's defining how the subject is playing to make this piece comes into play. The third, is how the latter is toss to make the conclusion, that the event is "play", i am surprised about the structure of this piece, it looks like 5,4,3,6 stanza. Its great Saffie, you make me think while reaqding this..good job

  • 11 years ago

    by Ares

    A beautiful and dark write! It brought me back to my younger days actually; a lot of memories. Poems like these do not get enough credit and this one deserves all the credit in the world! Fantastic choice of words, amazingly crafted lines and solid stanzas. 5/5 !

    Ares.

  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    First stanza: You are being tormented by these demons constantly... can't sleep because of nightmares and can't be awake because of reality.

    I really like the use of 'petrol' instead of gasoline, just because it's different, I guess.

    Second stanza: You plead for peace, just for a moment of quietness to be able to live your life without harassment by these demons... but they like to toy with you and play games, a game of hide and seek.

    Third stanza: You play the game by counting to 10, but you don't open your eyes because you know they are still there, waiting to begin their torture all over again.

    Fourth stanza: You're tired... even death would satisfy you if only it would mean the ending of this chaotic torture of them constantly being there, constantly playing games and echoing in your head.

    Nice write, Saffie!