Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

The demons in my head they want to come out and play but I beg them to politely turn the other way, 
But they are restless and angry and they grip and pull me they won't be silenced by poetry, 
And so my eyes go blank and my mouth opens wide and my monsters begin to stir and awaken deep inside,
And when i sit down to write you will see they are winning the fight but I won't let anything snuff out my light,
I'm drowning deeper and deeper into the abyss that is my own mind while my voices tell me exactly what to find,
And when it all forms together we will all be something better and the weight on our shoulders is light as a feather,
But demons and ghouls the ones with the tools are in my blood and they are looking for a stud,
And when your blood spills and my life refills I will fell no remorse just the fact that fate has finally ran it's course.