Author's Note: Dear readers, this is the very first work I upload here on Wattpad, hope you'll enjoy.
I do dedicate this one to Musicls4ever, cause the first to vote me: thank you so much!!
Sometimes I look for pics in internet and when I find one that "BAM", gets me, my fantasy goes and begin to see words dancing in front of me. That's how it works for me :-)
xox
Demons are chasing me,
running like beasts of the night,
chasing after me,
running like a fragile shadow, probably disappearing at the first ray of light
...
Demons are running after me,
Demons are touching me, whispering strange worlds
That sound to me completely insane.
Or it’s me the one being insane?
I think I am
...
Yes, slowly, slightly, slyly, craftily I was losing my mind.
And demons were chasing after me, already touching me and grabbing me.
Was I fighting?
I wasn’t.
Was I insane?
Maybe.
I just know I was losing it,
My mind, myself, my shadow, my conscience, but
I wasn’t losing my heart.
You are so far away and so out of my league, that I could scream for you with all my lugs
And my voice will never reach you,
Will be lost weak and fragile,
Shattering in millions of splinters
like my porcelain mask, already broken and faded.
Demons were chasing me,
Running after me and scratching my pallid skin with their claws
Whispering to me
Touching me
Calling me
Wanting me
And me?
Nothing.
Dreaming of a warm moonlight night,
When we were murmuring sweet words, swearing oaths under stars
Being only one shining and silver shadow,
Tasting my adoration, tasting your love
...
Loving each other till last drop..
Loving each other till last breath..
And now you are so far away that never will my scream and my pray reach you.
And demons are chasing me and grabbing me.
I am theirs,
I am yours.
I am nobody’s else but His. Yours.
I have no more energy, no more air in my lungs, my breath is heavy.
They caught me.
They have me.
No.
Not yet and never will they.
...
You still have me.
I still have you.
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Poetic Demons
PoetryFew simple poems about gothic and dark moments, atmospheres and lonely moments or surreal moments. In this world or in other or in between, it's like few spirits gathered together and borrowed me few words. Seat calm and in the shadowy light of the...
