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.

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...