The demons of my past have resurfaced.
I thought I drowned them,
But they are still alive.
They scream into my ears.
They tear me up and laugh at the outcome.
They leave scars on my body and soul.
They rapture my blood vessels.
They stab my lungs,
Using the bones of my ribcage.
They make me choke on my own blood.
I take all the torture,
In silence.
I'm afraid to cry for help I won't get.
I might as well surrender,
Raise my stained white flag,
And just let go.
I am just another lost cause after all.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
