We all have our demons, Hateful, vindictive demons Yearning for just a little sunlight.
Most are worth keeping, Exciting at that. But are they really worth it ?
I think they are best things to have ever happened to me.
Lula-buying my anger to sleep at night, Over exaggerating my imagination Verifying my deepest desires. Exploiting everyone else's darkest thoughts. Destroying any emotion coming my way. Young I may seem but Old is my mind and U are my demon.
Nothing meaningful. Just bored I guess, if you have any suggestions for a title plz let me know. I hate having my poems go with out a title.