Demons
Never stop to really listen.
You won't like what you hear
When those demons settle in
Your life is filled with fear.
You stretch and crawl -
Drag your bones,
They pick and poke
What you thought was your own.
The damage severe
You've already paid
It's now in your head
Foundations layed.
Happiness comes -
It's not quite the same.
You let them in
And you're to blame.
Copyright © Kylie O'Brien | Year Posted 2013
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