Demons In the Dark Parts of My Room

Veins strung out like television wires, I stitch them to my heart in hope that electricity will shock me back to life. My demons hang in the corners of the dark space where I dream. They shriek and laugh in my face, my body melts to magma and I set them on fire. Their soul blooms like a lotus flower towards the universe. I shrivel in eternal white noise, and burn like dry leaves. The mind wanders in unseen thoughts that give birth to noises. They are noises that creep low to the ground and travel through the body. I let them consume me whole until I am dust. My eyes are lit pure and are a black hole. Spirits dance like fire in my eyes and they roll out my head to the floor. I fall like a thousand feathers in May air. And dew drops from the angels and clings to my heart. They will always be there strangling my brain, but I do not have to let them kill me.