Demons, devils dwell in my head.
Long sharp claws are scratching the wall...
Too many thoughts run through my mind,
Not enough time to break these chains that bind...
Lovely flowers grow at the touch of her fingers,
On the roses, on the thorns, my poison lingers...
Nervous as a virgin
on her wedding night...
To the sun, I apologize;
for the moon, has my heart...
Maddening sound saturated with fright,
shattering silence of the night...
Frenzy fists pound against the door,
hoping...
Lush garden behind the church
Moonlight ensures every move made...
I once twirled the moon
in the palm of my hand...
Bible in hands of the poor
Rich become masters of sin...
I am your last second
The moment for your escape...
~Not real by any means. Just a dark poem for fun...
Filled with stress; pleading for a release...