the days drag along,
the demons snap at my heels,
triping and hurting me,
tender hearts break like thin glass,
hold them gently,
or crush there spirts,
i drag myself into unimagable hell,
demons toy with my pain,
with my terror.
i lash out at others,
i fight my pains outside,
the brusing worse.
my inner beast outside,
scrachs the walls and my soul,
tears the shell i put it in,
it is part of my mind,
whispering things that i wish not to hear,
it feeds off my terror and sorrow,
i feel like a…
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Posted on November 21, 2009 at 3:33pm —