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Inner Demons

I hate feeling this emptiness, though not as much as when I have this living being by my side,
It may not fill all that emptiness, but at least it makes it less visible.
Perhaps I can't express my emotions as the 'current society' expects,
Although I know they will never come out, trapped by being just another

The Beast

I found the monster in the mirror, fleshed stitched with the fear of guilt, a puppet bound by veins. With whispers of rot beneath each breath. 

I fed it well, fed it lies, fed it fear, greased its tongue with my own deceit. Till the shadows spoke in cadence with my voice and I knew

Self-Sentenced Solitude :POTD:

Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.

In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world of dark, cold stone.
Forsaken by hope, abandoned by light,
I dwell

Confronting Inner Demons

Written: September 2nd, 2023
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In the depths of one's mind, foes reside.
Within oneself—a war cannot be denied.
Refers to individuals—their internal strife,
Struggles and spurs that shape their life.

In the realm of views and desires so deep,
Fear and doubt bestir—akin to demon creep.
Inner blows waged in the darkest nights.
People tilt with doubts—their inner fights.

Self-fuss, the first foe fated

Inner Demons

Walls closing in on the darkness that surrounds the very edges of my thoughts as I force a fake smile to appear along my face with eyes clouded insecurely holding my innermost pain… Buried down deeply in the deepest forgotten center of my aging body lies the innocence that was unwillfully stolen and damaged… The

Moonlight In the Sea

Hair the color of saffron 
undulating slowly 
capturing the sunlight 
entangling pearls in her curls
mesmerizing 

Surrounded by life
bursting around her
some billowing with the ebb and flow 
in time with her glorious hair 
some moving through the water
at their own pace
she smiles, face upturned 
reveling in the sun that filters down to her 

She loves her

An Artists Inner-Demons

Neurosis imposes osteoporosis through Ouroboros like locusts
Focus is broken so just blitz like Germans in Poland
Anxiety lies to me and starts fighting me in 451 degrees
Mind exploding like Boeing 747 Max's with 157 casualties
Survival is a trial to lift my kind

Wallpaper's yellow, might be more mellow if you play the cello
Dog's not yellow, might go

Tragedy of Lost Time

It is hard to see past the tragedy of lost time
When at once you realize its chains have rusted
Away. Where moving on feels more like a crime
Of passion. As if your heart cannot be trusted.

Upon the mid summers day, where happiness you flaunt,
My gaze remains frozen upon the evergreens
Spanning miles; reaching heights myself they haunt

Taxidermist

You a ferrous metal and I a magnet
Drawn to you by design,
Yet sin degrades all
With it’s terror and it’s squall.

On my worst days
When I listen to the liar
Saying “It’s okay its natural
Like breathing
Or seething.”

Desires denied
Sorrows multiplied.

I shower and feel the skin come off
Everytime hoping the next layer 
Will be thicker and less porous
Keeping out the

Inner Demons

The howling wind is blowing through the trees.
Reminding me of battles that dropped me to my knees.
Physical pain is endless.No hope for a cure.
My health is failing.Its more ed up than before.
Medication has done more damage than good.
Poisoning my organs,instead of healing them like it should.
I'm so angry! What is the point of my pain?
My

Inner Demons

Inner demons tear me apart
Night and day
Today, tomorrow and in the days to come perhaps.
Relentless torment of the soul
Obliterating rational thought
Seeking to show the meanderings and 
Peccadilloes of fickle fate
Ennervating desire and drive
Cleverly rationalized by reason 
Towards  a life  of constant strife
Inching steadily to depression
Ornate with self-pity and regret
Notwithstanding the little altruistic acts.

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Making Amends With the Inner Demons

Simply calling me crazy
Would be nothing short of ignorant
And so much more than lazy
‘Cause it’s deeper than that
When my demons aren’t freely 
Beating up or running up 
A costly fee on my mind
They’ve got a special place to sleep in the back
And just when I think I’ve out-thought them
They repeatedly prove
That it was me I

My Inner Demons

If only you could see,
The things that roam inside.
They wander and creep from one corner to another.  
They want to introduce themselves to you,
But get stopped at the gate. 
Mouth wide open,
But unable to pass. 
Mind crowded,
Trying to escape. 
But out comes nothing. 
The chaos in my head,
The rawness of my wrists,
The dryness of

Inner Demons

Inner Demons 

I stumble in the darkness.
my hands flung wide in mindless panic.
I grasp for something, anything,
but find only empty space and I begin to fall.

I crash against the floor and pain
sears through my weakened body
I cry out in fear, and anguish,
terrified amidst this eternal night.

I lie in the blackness
and hear voices around me,
soft insistent,

Inner Demons

U I've had dreams before,
But life had something instore.
I failed in a lot of ways
Had to cry for many days.
Success was a myth
I could never be with.
Am I still the same me?
That same person I see
When I look in the mirror,
With that look of horror
Etched in those brown eyes.
How time really flies
One would wonder.
Each failure

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