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My room full of demons
Thoughts thrust into the darkest of corners through fear of glimpses of pure sunlight from above.
Under the floor boards lie the dead and buried positive emotions - through promise of their release long forgotten and broken.
In the closet hide all the fears and anxieties ... The dark faces that watch me and the horrific concerns.
Under the bed lurk all the monsters ready to grasp at my unconscious body and leave insecurities behind with a bonus of self doubt.
It's proven by me that there is no safe Haven anymore... Where I take up space so do my daemons ... What a waste.
Under the floor boards lie the dead and buried positive emotions - through promise of their release long forgotten and broken.
In the closet hide all the fears and anxieties ... The dark faces that watch me and the horrific concerns.
Under the bed lurk all the monsters ready to grasp at my unconscious body and leave insecurities behind with a bonus of self doubt.
It's proven by me that there is no safe Haven anymore... Where I take up space so do my daemons ... What a waste.
Published 10th Jun 2015
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12th Jun 2015 7:22pm
Safety is an illusion. But demons can be ignored to some extent, stuffed back in the closet and under the bed. They're not particularly fond of crosses. Fine work Whovian!
12th Jun 2015 8:38pm
That's very true ... Keeping them there us the trick :)
Thanks Crow :3
Thanks Crow :3
12th Jun 2015 8:24pm
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