Billy Bier Poet I do not know?

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 September 7, 2012 at 6:53 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 September 8, 2012 at 2:56 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 :)