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Sky Sep 2015
Welcome home, beasties
Welcome back to the rooms
that you've carved into the hollows of my brain.

Welcome home, beasties
I've missed the sounds
of you screaming and stomping.

Welcome home, beasties
I'm glad to welcome you back
to the thin water slides of my veins.

Welcome back, beasties
Did you learn the definition
of sarcasm while you were away?
Jesibell arz Mar 2015
These people are telling me awful horrid things, that I shouldn't pay attention to but   Thier words are so loud it causes my ears to ring.
I don't know what they want from me? they know their not welcomed into my humble abode, I most Likly lead them in when they witnessed my broken pieces being sewed. These people are evil hapiness is not in their agenda, thier mission is to destroy having people bow down and surrender.. I became one of the victims more than once. I've had suicidal thoughts and pushed away love; causing me to rip the wings off of doves.
Demons is what I call them, I can't even have a goodnights sleep, my dreams get disturbed by this late night creep.. The sun that once lived shining on me so bright, now causes me to pull down shades and hide from the light.
But this transaction does not go on for long, it only lasts until the unwanted guests are gone.
Get out!
Unpuresoul Dec 2014
I hate this feeling
But time and time again
This feeling is everything but appealing
I reach for a blade but what have I to gain

I feel sick; knotted stomach
For my demons are feeding
I try to think but my head it aches
I feel my emotions building; breeding

I hate this feeling
But this cage I wait
Ever so patiently waiting
for my demons to escape

*I whisper "Not again"
Ena Alysopriono Nov 2014
we are all trying to survive
to escape the hunter

except the predator is our mind
and the prey is our physical being
Colette Jun 2014
to completely say that,
i am strong,
would be a lie.

I bask in darkness,
hoping my demons would calm,
and that i wouldn't think of death.

darkness, fear and loneliness,
engulf me wholefully,
and i to submit in ordeal.

must i be like this?
to always seek comfort of blood and pain,
and to make me forget just a bit.

downing pills and alcohols,
taking a long drag of smokey puffs.
what more would pleasure me the thought of being free?

to seek myself in the dumps,
the bathtub that sees me more often than the garden,
to feel completely in a state of trance.

am i to still feel what my demons want?
am i still finding solace in the dark?

— The End —