Inner Demons

All my interactions with all those in my vicinity are all

great fabrications, bred from illusions, warped and contorted til

my mind see’s fit.

Programmed for self-destruction,

battling for redemption.

My army consists of old ghosts and knowing skeletons that

have suddenly forgotten the enemy and have come  back to haunt me!

I brush them away as if they were a cobweb I had caught in the face and

I remind myself the demons of my past are only mirages of the mind and

are most likely just a bottle of

guilt

lonlieness

and tears

that has been shaken up too hard and for too long until

BANG!!!

the bottle has burst and my indecisiveness spills all over the floor.

I am a book with no cover

bare to all those who choose to see

Or maybe the images I have been conjuring up

are so ludicrous that even I am blinded by my own cherade.