My privet demon

by Suzanne Jimenez   Nov 21, 2012


It came to me, in the night.
To take me away, it had to fight.
Dragging me out of my bed, it knocked over my lamp.
It cursing at me and calling me a dirty tramp.
In the basement in total darkness.
Keeping me in my own loneliness.
Strapped in a chair.
The sent of corpses were in the air.
I yelled at it, and asked it questions.
All it answered back was,"you have to pay for your actions."
It spilled my blood; I begged it to stop.
My arms turned over and just did a flop.
I couldn't move my blood was everywhere.
A light swung on, it was my love there.
Lying in his blood, tortured and no longer living.
Our memories I started remembering.
The times we slept together.
He use to say we'll be together forever.
I remember cheating on him; I was unfaithful.
I was young and beautiful.
I remember getting drunk and high with friends.
I followed all the trends.
My momma told me I'd get what I deserve.
But, now it was easy to believe.
I know what I do is wrong, I can't help it.
I wish I never started this shit.
I wan't to go home, I keep on crying.
I got quiet, as I heard it coming.
Watching it come my way.
The monster pulled it's mask away.
I couldn't be?
That my privet demon was me.

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