Hunting For Tranquility

The demons make my head their abound,paying rent in verbal vomit

They debate loud, pass point one after another

Robbing me of all peace and tranquility

I take a shot of whiskey to try silence them

This just adds fire as their noise is magnified

I drawn a bottle of hard rum, result;Animating their debating

"First get money to earn respect."

Demon 1 puts a point across

"money ain't everything."

Demom 2 counters

"money is all shit u need."

I join in but stop immediately because my primary objective is to silence them.

For a moment all is quite

I close my eyes to catch some sleep

Immediately the animated debate kicks off again

What a short break that was

I turn in bed hoping against all odds

That this move disorients and quotes them

But have only managed to change their language

"Amigo, Como estas. Mi Nombre es Tormentor"

I know no Spanish

But for certain the demons voices

Are driving me crazy

I leave my bed and drown another gulp of vodka

But sleep and drunkness are not my portion tonight

I pick a roll of weed from my stash

Just sit there and smell it

Looking out through the window, curtains drawn

I light, draw and puff away smoke, which clouds my room and thoughts

For a moment all is still

Then Thunder roars ,defeaning

I take a peak out to watch, to beckon rain to fall and musk the noise in my head

The sky is clear, I realise the thunder is just in my head

Shivering I breeze in the washroom

The tiles are cold as I step in

I step back then in,in defeat

I run a cold shower

As if to pay a penance

To punish myself

In doing so to disgust the demons

The water hits me hard, mercilessly

Sitting under it, tears streaming

Washed away by the water descending upon me, cold and harsh

I just sit there, whimpering

Hunting for tranquility