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Looking in the mirror, facing everything I fear. Myself. Blank eyes, looking through the mirror. Wondering why I'm here. Questioning everything in the sight, rethinking is this really right.
Lost all alone in a land of haters. The pain and the hate permeate my skin. All things past degrade me still. What I would give to to wash away this filth. This devil in front of me pulled my hand.
Demons in the darkest parts of your subconscious Hiding from sight, But ever present. Pain buried deep returns to haunt me once again. My unconquerable peaks on the mountain called life.
Searching, seeking, wandering, to find. Those secrets so safely hidden away in your mind. I count the mistakes I've made but I've lost track & time, learning from mistakes. Hopeful that's all it...
As I stand here. Alone and confused. My minds being battered. It's being abused. These thoughts I am having. Are totally bad. They're poisoning my head. They're driving me mad. Three little voices.
Last night a demon lay upon my bed Found a way to crawl inside my head Jumbled images creating confusion Spreading vile and vicious ill illusion Bringing deep rooted fears Harboured inside for...
A long day has come to pass, Inky fingers entwine, push against one another, cracking quietly as the artist stretches, he rubs at his eyes, transferring a wash of colour onto his hot red cheeks,...
#Household In the deepest darkest corners, Of my mostly bright blue mind, There's something fascinating, And horrendous you can find.
Seal it. Stick a pin in, Freeze the tears for a rainy day. Post-it notes and worn fridge magnets, Hold your memories, boxed up fragments, Of reality's fights and foreplay.
How can u love me. I'm a monster. I just hurt. play games. Make life bad for every 1. I'm good at all the sinful things. I make you forget the good things you have in your life.
I haunt the dark halls of. your mind. Watching what morsels I. can find. Hidden puzzles are tasty. treats. To satiate my hungry feast. I dine on your troubles. and fears. With clamorous taunts.
My demon came to visit today I didn't think she'd be here long but looks like shes going to stay She un packed her bag with the usual items, sorrow, regret, helplessness, guilt But she brought...
You sit upon a broken chair, Don't you move, you wouldn't dare. They tell you exactly what to do, Never know what they'll say to you.
It's black and dark and terrifying, Silent, quiet, fear, I know you don't believe me but- There's really something here.
The rain spatters the window of classroom, making a gloomy day gloomier still.
Don't look for me I am not there But I'm floating On the air I'm whisper, rumour Deja Vu And while it's false It's also true I'm the ghost In your machine Sometimes dirty Sometimes clean The feeling...
Maybe there is something wrong. Maybe I'm insane But every time I close my eyes I dream a life of pain.
I can heard the noise of laughter, Come from the darkness that surrounds. What am I to do here. It's source can't be found. It's from outside this room, Further than the darkness still.
Why is it that i'm sat here trying to figuer what to write. Somethings eating away at me deep inside and i'm not alright. Inside my mind I can see myself just pacing back and forth agitated.
They call me dark and evil. From the black firey depths of hell. Sometimes they even say the devil. Maybe true but wont be able to tell. Lips of poison that I make. Me who feeds on life and death.
When shadows become silhouettes, It's your mind playing with regrets. Those dark memories, darker still, Replaying, over and over, that last kill.
Believe in the need to succeed Overpowering wills freed Releasing shackles of blame Removing endless tears in shame Are you not of sound mind. Playing games too unkind. Why do you not smile.
Hasty personality. Warped misery. Perplexed view of reality. To myself a mystery. Searing into my mind. Lacerated pieces. Psychosis I'm blind. Crumbling releases. Evil voices multiply.
Demons haunt me in the dark My own demons I have birthed, Pricking me with pins so sharp With every negativity on earth.