I miss my demons most time,

They keep me sane and alert. 

Facing the hurt they claimed I caused

I’m paying for my sins in this ungodly

World. 

 

Haunted by my beautiful memories

leaving scars of the painful truth. I 

Can’t talk for he’s got my tongue,

His hands on my throat squeezing

And squeezing till I’m numb. 

 

I’ve been kept a con  by my own

Thoughts. As I drift and pace I hear

Nothing but selfish thoughts. Lucid

In the day but amiguous at dusk.

I fight, I fight but the voices won’t 

be quiet.