And My Demons Danced...
My demons dance at the periphery of my existance…
Threatening
to invade and wreck havoc on my soul
With their
meaningless cacophony.
They try to
haunt me every night
With the
nightmares they weave out of their dark whispers,
As the
clock strikes three.
I lay
awake, as they laugh at my helplessness
That
sometimes makes me feel sick…
Of myself.
Of my Life.
Of the
world around me.
They try to
poke at my scars,
That I had
always worn with pride.
That I had
always adored.
Drinking
from the dark tarry blood that oozes, drop by drop,
They try to
exsanguinate me into a living dead.
Plotting
evil schemes, to make me hate myself
To question
my very identity.
They try to
pull me into a vicious whirlwind of darkness
From where
there is no return.
Residing within
me in the darkest of my depths
Left
unchartered, unfathomed, undiscovered…
Where no
light ever enters
Where no
music has ever tried to break the everlasting errie silence
They know
every nook and corner of myself.
They know
every crack and crevice of my soul.
Little do
they know,
That I
would rise up again, from whatever left of me
Shining,
with whatever light I can find.
Smiling,
with the little strength still left.
Caressing
my scars, creating poetry…with all the hope I can still gather.
Little do
they know,
That I
would face them again, no matter how much they scare me,
And I would
fight them, with no matter what it takes.
Little do
they know, that I have promised to love myself,
And that
was the bravest thing I could have done…
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