Assumptions bleed, never crossed my damn mind, Digging for truth, before my soul's left behind. This old bull ship's a rotting wreck, But alone in the dark? I'd rather break my neck.
Demons in my head, a goddamn prison,
Can't stand on my feet, fear's a lethal incision. Crawling like a bear, in this black, gaping cave, Don't want to feel, but this pain I can't save.
Love I show, feels like a twisted lie,
A theater of souls, where hearts go to die.
Iron bars and blood, concrete screams,
Echoes of confinement, shattering my dreams.
Demons in my head, a goddamn prison,
Can't stand on my feet, fear's a lethal incision. Crawling like a bear, in this black, gaping cave, Don't want to feel, but this pain I can't save.
Shadows in solitude, time behind bars,
Freedom's a ghost, leaving endless scars.
Keyhole to nowhere, a stone-cold curse,
Eternal twilight, this pain is the hearse.
Demons in my head, a goddamn prison,
Can't stand on my feet, fear's a lethal incision. Crawling like a bear, in this black, gaping cave, Don't want to feel, but this pain I can't save.
In this dark cave, I'll find my own damn light, Break these chains and ignite the fight. No more feeling lost, no more despair,
A new dawn rising, a breath of toxic air
Demons in my head, a goddamn prison,
Can't stand on my feet, fear's a lethal incision. Crawling like a bear, in this black, gaping cave, Don't want to feel, but this pain I can't save.
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- Published: August 17th, 2025 14:47
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Comments2
The format of this poem is like a song. I feel the madness. Lovely
A sense of demons imprisoning their mind and pushing them towards Insanity, but written like a song, nicely done
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