A ghost town, Haunted mind
It's all a figment of my imagination
Only alive in my brain,
But why won't these scars fade away?
Last night they came for me again
With the zippers of their trousers down
For a passing second, I was alive, drowning in my own sorrow.
Why do they love the hate I have for them?
Why do they come back again to taste my blood?
Strangers in my home with intentions unknown
Tell them to make up their minds or go away
Some nights they come to cry with me
Most days they are more than alive in my nightmares
Jeepers creepers I'm afraid of shadows in a fading light
Save my soul; I'm afraid of dying twice
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Demons inside me
PoetryI sometimes wish I could drown in my own thoughts but most times it's best to let it out.
