Demons never sleep,
Like us they are tortured,
They established their home in our soul, they dug deep,
To find a place where their long complaint can be heard.
We try to close our eyes,
Take a glimpse of the starry sky,
But all we see are their hideous faces,
Insane smiles on, relishing our tears.
Demons never sleep,
In the night, they are whispering with greed,
In our ears,
Reminding us of all our hiding fears.
Success, hapiness and dreams,
Seems out of our reach,
As soon as their words hit us,
Because demons never sleep.
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A Princess on a wheelchair
PoetryA compilation of poems written by a humble girl, sometimes when she's almost asleep and sometimes when she's bored. Overall when inspiration strikes. If you like it, please consider giving it a vote and expressing your opinion.
