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Demonatachick Aug 2017
If I could control the days I'd wind them back for you, if I could control the tides I'd set their rhythms askew, if I could hold this moment in its place forever more then I'd give up all my power over time or any shore.
Metaphysical realism
I've held onto this poem for a little while, not 100% with it. :D
Demonatachick Jul 2017
Let god into you're heart they say and put you're faith in him, but what they don't know is that I'm a demon and the devil's already in.
Enoch, Just for fun
Demonatachick Jul 2017
Oh how nice it must be too sleep, to lay in a dream that's mine too keep, to play in a land of my minds own construction, to nest in my bed's slumbering seduction.

But dreams were never meant for me, for when I'm in bed my mind never feels free, its trapped in reality how dearly I plea, howbeit dreams were never meant for me.

Too fearful of what my mind can conjure, fresh tortures to use as the monsters grow stronger, they saunter and strut in the prison that is she, for sweet dreams were never meant for me.
dream for me
Heya everyone I wrote this after my other half fell deep asleep in about amillisecond in broad daylight, I didn't know whether to envy him or poke him with a pencil till he woke up, god I miss sleep
Demonatachick Jun 2017
What do you call someone so free,
Someone whom I'm pretending to be

What do you call someone who doubts,
who's insecurities rise and inner fears shouts
Call me what you like
Not too sure on this one but I thought I'd post it :D
Demonatachick Jun 2017
A bed, a simple place to rest my head, a frame to lay and practice death.
Practice makes perfect
May add more to this later
Demonatachick Jun 2017
House collapsing around me, fragile foundations surrounding.

Worries revolving
Walls dissolving

DIY russian roulette, take a shot, pull the trigger, it's not as if you're worries can get any bigger.

Follow the pipes, plug the leak, watch out for mice, fear the squeak.

Nests in the attic, hungry chicks craving all, but if this rot continues, both our houses shall fall.
Risk, a pipe burst in my friends house and know they need to rip out an entire wall as it's rotted, it gave me inspiration to write this
Demonatachick Jun 2017
I wish that I could cry for you,
But those days have long since passed and my eyes have shed their last

I wish I wouldn't lie to you,
But from my lips it slips and from my forked tounge, venom drips
Husked,
May add more to this later :)
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