Demon inside

Drowning in a Bucket of Words

I may never escape my fate.    
I have fallen  
and must drown,    
a shadow in a bucket of words--  
but I have always known this    
and so my sadness grows cosy    
until even the roses seem happy    
to remind me of life's thorns.  
 
Every day they float to the top,    
ragged pearls pretending wisdom  
words bursting around me    
bobbing free to tickle my chin  
nuzzling the tips of ears.  
 
To stay alive,  
I must help them escape  
although that act itself defeats my own purpose.  
Somehow I claw them into air,  
polish a deluge of memories  
before I choke and my head slips    
down...  
 
New phrases conspire as I sleep  
whispering to me in secret    
with tempting combinations  
to overpower and tire,  
each one eager to feast  
ready to gorge on time's blood  
their victory ever certain  
a pack of cocksure dogs gleefully chasing cats  
and n'ere a tree in sight.  
 
In my waking hours they refuse to stop    
so I must kick to stay afloat  
toes curled tightly,  
I hug my knees and scream...  
 
Once,    
when I was foolish enough to dream of my own escape  
when I still had strength to be bold,  
I summoned a giant's breath  
diving down for the bottom of the bucket  
until my lungs burned to explode.  
 
But there was    
no bottom  
to reach  
only letters    
mocking me in silence  
streaming slowly from tiny bubbles  
forming themselves    
into words.  
 
Perhaps one day  
you may stumble upon my death  
find my bloated belly    
grinning at the sky where it rests  
the price for freedom    
at last awash
with words.

Now I know where you go;
By the fire the river flows
to an empty place with an open door.
I fear the tide, the deathly glow.
We bide our time with talk of hope;
This pace of time left us exposed
to your crooked cross which stained the floor
of a tragic land we cant explore.

For when its time we all shall know;
This haunted light which shines for us
will illuminate my splintered soul.
A pyramid of fear unfolds.
Born within a watchers grove;
I stir inside this witches cover
where the owl flies, spits and crows.
Three eyes of fear. Your mind exposed.

i'd just like to point out  half of you wrote half a  novel
i think its funny
good stuff though
but still spelled better than when i write half a paragraph

She stays in thought
She stays in mind
The regret wont leave
Unless I let it unwind

She says "be cruel"
Terrorizing the one closest to my heart
She brings her sword and I find my dagger
The battle is a close one tearing me apart

She cuts and rips
Shredding my soul till theres nothing left
Leaving my lifeless carcus on the ground
And my soul in a cleft

She laughs and laughs
Spitting on the blood she shed
My mind rises to the sky
Leaving with the pain of the dead

She picks up the sword and kicks the dagger away
Leaving no evidence of the damage done
The remains of my soul hurry away
As she looks back at me and tells me to "RUN"

There is not much i can do
My tears cover the vision of the monster inside
I try to hide, I try to escape
But she comes closer wishing I had died

The pain is too unbearable
She suffocates my every move
Cornering me leaving me blindsided
Waiting for the chance at my heart to remove

I close my eyes
For the slaughter too severe
But when I opened my eyes
I realized i was just looking thru the mirror

The Stranger
I am the stranger
that lives inside
of you
I am with you
every day
 
When the world
reaches out
and slaps you
I come out
to play
 
I feed from your anger
for all that you have seen
all the broken promises
and unrealised dreams
 
I rattle the cage
you keep me in
longing to be free
I fill your light
with darkness
taking hope with me
 
With every slap i am stronger
weaker is my cage
I will one day consume you
I am Rage.

exécuter

dark shadows in the night,
hunt me faster than i can run.
am i going crazy,
going out of my mind
or is there really something
trying to devour my life?
i can no longer try
to hold onto something
that is no more mine.
now,i'm just a marionette,
hostage of the dark.
woken by the strings He pulls,
i have nothing left
but my own mind.
 
(k.t)

décès

i tried,
they pushed me away,
said i was nothing,
only standing in their way.
soon i found a friend,
death was her name.
she kept me company,
and stopped the pain.
they realized,
they tried,
but it was too late,
by then death and i
became too close to bear.
 
(k.t)

If only you gave one minute to yourself
You have taken my eyes to wear some pride
Look at me straight in the yes you paranoid plamsa living and thrives
You really want to seduce my spirit but you know not how
And your so annoying I want you finished

You have not your own soul but anyone who carries ARt is your own toil
You'll work in trying to deminsh us all
so litlle Co operate gatherings can find my soul again
you have nothing to discuss on the face of this Earth
You squeeze my thoughts  into your head and play with my dirt

You have no self esteem you are only a killing machine
Its not an Art form its illegal your so doubtfull it makes you lethal
you are so dumb to be practising The Devil's theisis is killing you
And I see you parade in hell. You have whats called cancer can you stop playing with spells. The demons where far too exposed!!
We carried her all sick as dogs!
Now go to hospital where your spirit is Gods.

My Companion

He sits in the darkest corner of my mind
watching the waves crash into the rocky shore
guarding the cemetery of my soul that lies above the sea of dead dreams
I feel him crawling inside me
eating away every precious memory
until the tears fall through my fingertips like ashes
He whispers no one can hurt you now

I have named him loneliness

POLICE

I really feel the pain of this person
they lay real low beneath the serpent
tHey ask "would you like to be love today?Or should I?
I didn't know he was in danger so I said Ï"

Now I have met their other female his disease
that shackled them to psychiatric wards for life
She is a murderer and a killer in disguise
Its all about who's fat and whoever skinny wins a price

That price surely prevails her from feeling the real thing
Because she comes back much angrier and wants
stay super thin, but she'll turn you into fat by charging her credit card to rut, I wish she was dead globally

We could make millions all together
But my little person carried her with a prophets manner
She thinks because hey are handicap thay should live less
So little does she know about the privy sacred heart because thay don't have a voice you see

Let her suffer the jealousy and rage
A caged up rat has now to save
For all her monies as rich as she is
will spell out angry sausage salmonella with cheese

Now I'm not unhappy at all
I am the handicap afterall
our spirits united after their death
Because we had a special way we speak with hands

So IM going to have abit of fun
I'm now them back from the past
But people hear my voice out loud
Joke I want her to become and then she'll vanish with no sun

So she can go and kiss my ass
I will not change her to grasp
Another day of this ordeal
In any other format than the real

I tell police everything I feel
and even if thay don't write back
Thay know i'm for real
This woman has to go away to a hopsital I say, I say.

The Voices

There's monsters in my head
They're no longer under my bed
They're trying to kill me
If you could only see what they do to me
They make me do bad things
I cut, I cry, I want to die
I'm being buried alive
I can't fight
I can't hide
I can't run
Or I will die
Sooner or later the monsters will win
And i will meet my
Demise