I am scared of the inner demons that I hide.
They crawl inside me,
eager to come out,
but I always trap them
and find a way to keep them inside.
It's dark inside where they live,
but the demons like the dark.
They scream and scratch my heart,
but I still keep them.
I can't let them go,
and I can't escape them.
They follow me everywhere:
they are my inner demons.
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love we give in buckets
Poetryat the end, when the buckets are empty, the unloving begins. ******* Highest ranking: 16/05/2018 - #10 #18 in poetry #27 in non-fiction ******* © ExoDoll 2016-2017-2018