I finally let my demons win,
They whisper like giants, patience so thin.
In harbored of darkness I conceded my fight,
I'll no longer actively seek for the light.
My soul starts reclusing, hoping to be unborn.
Thieving shadows, my hopes they scorned.
Emotions raw, exposing myself naked bare,
A fatal step in despair's seductive entrapping lair.
A heart once ablaze, killing in one air blow.
With each pulse, I let the sorrow grow.
No armor left to guard my core,
I welcome Satan and whatever he has in store.
In the dim glow of candlelight, I stand,
Clutching the remnants of who I am.
A ritual of despair begins,
Binding me in the demons' hymn.
Chanting words I scarcely know,
I let the darkness freely flow.
An offering of my spirit's core,
A pact sealed in the silence's roar.
A dagger's edge against my skin,
The bloodied ink, my soul's chagrin.
In this ceremony, I find release,
Anointing wounds, composing this piece.
I scream, I cry, in boundless silence,
This battleground abnegating solace.
But in surrender, there's a peace,
A promise that pain shall soon cease.
I now let my demons take their place,
In the hollow of my heart's embrace.
No fight, no struggle, no facade,
Just my demons sharing a drop of my blood.
This poem feels like spilling my soul onto the page, a raw and unfiltered scream into the void. Itโs not just wordsโitโs a part of me that Iโve been too scared to show, laid bare in all its ugliness. Writing it wasnโt about finding peace or hope; it was about finally admitting that Iโve let go, that Iโve stopped fighting. My demons have become my only companions, and in a strange, twisted way, thereโs a kind of comfort in that surrender. Itโs not a cry for helpโitโs the acceptance that I donโt have to fight anymore.
