we've all
got our own
demons.
we have monsters
who shatter our souls
with screams and shouts
and throw bottles
across the wall.
we have demons
who are addicted
to pills and
chug them down
with something
that isn't water.
we have shadows
that follows us
everywhere,
dreaming about us
at nights,
taking pictures
when we least know it.
we have haunted souls
that thinks the
color of blood
looks better on them.
and we've got beasts
who eats and tears
your heart into
millions of pieces.
we've all
got our own
demons.
and it amazes me
how we're still alive.
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Silent Chaos
PoetryIt's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it wit...
