I know my poems are repetitive about "the darkness". I just feel like im surrounded by a metaphorical darkness. Writing is kind of like therapy without the "how does that make you feel?" question. I should actually probably go to therapy. There is darkness & evil walking the earth except they're not big monsters with horns & sharp teeth. They are humans just like us & alot of them can disguise themselves as friendly & kind but it wont be long before you find out firsthand what evil really looks like. I speak from experience. Theres darkness & evil walking the earth. Hiding in plain sight. |
Demons all around me, whispering in the paralyzing...
Swirling around me like ghosts beyond the veil of...
If you haven't met me yet, you have not...
Its so important in fact, that it was given to me...
Hoping & searching for something that can fix...
Darkness has taken my once bright soul, now its a...
She went to his house, thinking they were friends
Not knowing that this night, her subconscious life...
Suffocating, struggling, gasping for air
Screaming, reaching, but no one is there...
There is a rage inside my brain
I feel the demons coursing through my veins...