Demon

I hear You. Your wicked sound. Why won't you go away? My mind becomes gagged and bound. I don't like the way you play. I hate You. Choose life. Choose life. So why am I holding this knife? It is my blanket tonight. Here to keep me warm, but it feels so cold. Get out, talk to me no more. I'm dying, lock the door. I will remove you, if I kill you, but will I breath? . . .No more.

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 9/7/2012 6:53:00 AM

My weekend is about to begin and I am enjoying reading such amazing and diverse poetry this morning. I am so pleased to see your writings posted here Billy. Hoping you have a happy sun filled weekend full of love, joy and inspiration. Love, Carol

Billy Bier
Date: 9/8/2012 2:56:00 PM

Thank you very much Carol. Im just a beginner, and i really dont know the true mechanics of proper writing, but i write what i feel. I appreciate your comments. I find i really enjoy doing this :)