I have held back all my demons,
ever since I slapped as a little boy.
I don't care for a priest's sermons,
to me, I was just their toy.

Whispers awoken agonizing
coughing as I'm breathing.
I keep them all at bay,
3 bottles of wine a day.

I can never sincerely
give an apology,
My green eyes have yellowed
desperately holding halo.

They crawl like tiny new-born spiders,
in a world so cruel, no longer of wonders.
I trip over an accordion as I sleep,
In my mouth, the demons shall creep.

Twig Prequel.