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Jan 2020
I walk home
looking for comfort
but all thats there
Is me and my demon

We chat for a little
"We chat"
About my past
The bits she loved most
the ones with blood on the floor
And bared teeth sharp as knives
Growls that scare the beams in the walls till they quiver
Wearing A bone white mask as though it could conceal the thing
that lurks behind in the darkness

I thought the chains would hold
The key was gone
But there it was holding it out to me
Showing me what I felt I needed
a lie
a key
to my happiness

Little did I know that everything has a price
I watched the girl take the key
Soon did I see

                          That Monster was me
I cant explain it but I havent felt words flow from my head through my fingers in a long long time
Sylph
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Sylph  15/F/Trapped in my thoughts
(15/F/Trapped in my thoughts)   
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     Nellie 55, Juneau and ---
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