Cloudy thoughts

I'm running from demons.
Envisioning people running and screaming,
Lying and cheating.
So I retreat to the deepest conceivable tunnel.
Started a chain reaction,
which was unaware of my underlying internal affairs.
Unprepared to share in terror, but don't be scared.

Full control of the darkness
means spirits will take the carcass.
Or at least the internal remains.
Thoughts left on the brain.
Thoughts of love, death and pain.
Regret, shame and blame.
you lived a painful game.
Hope you left some people, glad to call you friend.
Hope your name remains.
Hope, you weren't, just a means to an end.
Somebody, to pay rent.
Someone, used as a vent.
Which is fine, if you vent back.

First step in the right track,
vocalizing internal issues.

This poem preludes my other one called "Good, but mostly evil."