Demons
i have many demons living within
fear, loathing, and cowardice; the first few to come in
pain, angst, and loneliness are resident vices
Whether friend or foe, neither do I know
but there is a king amongst them all
a true deceiver
a pathological liar
he makes me a believer
I was a returning patron
in him I looked for love and faith
the will to live, another day
he makes these promises but never delivers
it was long before i realised, this angel was pure evil
the rope he handed me, was a noose ever so tight
who would've guessed
they called him
hope
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