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Demons
She threw her last
impression,
In the fireplace,
Of my ruthless aggression.
But the ashes remained,
In my mind,
Rising the demons.
I wander,
In the state of rage,
My mind is a cage,
Carved,
From flesh and bones,
The home of devils,
Ruling there spreading evil,
Acting against my desire and will.
I am helpless and hopeless,
Unless I act,
But I can’t,
And it’s a fact.
Their intentions are
perplexing,
Just like the game of chess,
Indeed they are pro players of chess,
Their every move is like a hex;
I fight my way out,
But without a doubt,
They knock me out.
I can’t stand on my feet,
I m breathless.
Blood is rushing in my veins,
Turning my face crimson,
As if it was about to explode,
I can’t hold,
I am dying….
I am dying,
In an instance,
Something flashes before my eyes,
Making me reminisce,
I have notions and emotions,
I have a soul,
Something demons can’t owe.
I have the hope,
With which I can regroup.
With memories,
I can light my heart.
With tears,
I put out the spark,
Which demons ignite,
In my mind.
Now, demons are dying,
Shouting and screaming,
I burn them with,
hope and forgiveness.
still the ashes remain,
so I fear,
they will return,
what-if they return,
I hope they won’t return.
In the fireplace,
Of my ruthless aggression.
But the ashes remained,
In my mind,
Rising the demons.
In the state of rage,
My mind is a cage,
Carved,
From flesh and bones,
The home of devils,
Ruling there spreading evil,
Acting against my desire and will.
Unless I act,
But I can’t,
And it’s a fact.
Just like the game of chess,
Indeed they are pro players of chess,
Their every move is like a hex;
I fight my way out,
But without a doubt,
They knock me out.
I m breathless.
Blood is rushing in my veins,
Turning my face crimson,
As if it was about to explode,
I can’t hold,
I am dying….
I am dying,
Something flashes before my eyes,
Making me reminisce,
I have notions and emotions,
I have a soul,
Something demons can’t owe.
With which I can regroup.
With memories,
I can light my heart.
I put out the spark,
Which demons ignite,
In my mind.
Shouting and screaming,
I burn them with,
hope and forgiveness.
so I fear,
they will return,
what-if they return,
I hope they won’t return.
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