I dine on nightmares, richly fed,

Lie in pools of tears upon my bed;

The taste of sulphur on my tongue,

With mother hanging 'round my neck...

Though I know her love can't save me

From these demons in my head.


  • Neville

    delicious, but with a caustic aftertaste... ..

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write, may those demons soon be dismissed.

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