Demons

All I want to do is die.
All I see is death.
All I hear is screaming.
All I feel is blood.
My hearts somewhere on the floor,
I’m screaming at the wind.
I’m looking around at the world I used to walk around and bow my head to weep in pain of the life I gave up.
The demons dance around the ground, asking me to come down.
The sun that used to burn the sky is now dark as day.
The moon that used to hang in the clouds is now falling down and around.
The heart that used to be in my hands is now on the strings of life.
I listen and wonder do I go on?
Will I go on?
What should I do?
I just feel so hopeless how am I supposed to reach out for help when I can barely reach out to myself in the sky.
I hold my life in my hands and wonder if I should  smash it like that.
Or hold on to it feel its beat,
Feel its heat..
I’m falling down, down through the clouds where the ground Welcomes me with a thud.
Then I realize it was all just a dream.
But I wish it was real.
The demons dance in and out of my head all day and all night. Filling my dreams with fright, and filling my day with worries.