It must be nice to reach higher levels of consciousness
That depends on what you become aware of

Are we manipulated
Or
do we just play ourselves

My demons are
Dark
Black
Shadows
Thin Tall and narrow
Alien
Grotesque looking
Lusting devil
Child size hollow
Freezing
Paralyzing
Clawing
Controlling
Manipulative
Fallen
Haven't seen some in a while
Though I feel them

Toxicity it can live in you or me
If we be honest completely
The accumulation of which we grasp to be
To have in our midst
Clawing for our fix
From all the times we went unfulfilled
Our empty broken shell
Scattering bits for others to walk on
Cutting from our steps
Following in our shadows
Reaching out to grip
From their own ghostly hollows
Can we break
The cycle

Been in bed for days
Depression has me slipping in and out of sleep
The mind just plays on
like an over played song
I fall away and dive within
Record doesn't stop spinning
Is there an on off switch

Too sensitive
Not enough
Weak
Weird
Inadequate
Beliefs grown out of love

Rejection
I keep meeting with it
One day it'll fly away
My love,
will be enough