Demon’s

My demons cuddle me softly
and it feels like home
they kicked out happiness
and all the relationship
in between

they yearn for my attention
when they are in need
consuming my thoughts
devouring me

i am waiting
at the end of the promise
pretty bouquet of dying flowers
empty life, void of love

what’s more frightening
my dreams or my reality
as it’s pulling me apart

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.