I

                       Know

Demons

With

colorful

                  eyes

And

            broken

skulls.

               They            
    

Live      in my jotter

and

Demon-strate

                 Through

My

Ink..

And

           If    

You          ask

Me why

these

lines are        scattered..

I'd tell

you  how scattered my demons are...

We search for love
in the eyes of our captors,
and burn the bridges
to an escape route.
This love we call marriage;
the bond we share with pain.