I cannot hate them, nor pluck them out with enough love.
[For @hymn ’s WritingPrompt#8]
It's a poem on a boy's lies who catch up with him and become demons, torturing his sleep.
The knife draws across the skin, the pain blocks pain from deep within.
A short poem detailing the importance of keeping our demons in check, and the violent repercussions of setting them free.
But her and I will never find an escape
Since we found hell inside ourselves
I cannot hate them, nor pluck them out with enough love.
[For @hymn ’s WritingPrompt#8]
It's a poem on a boy's lies who catch up with him and become demons, torturing his sleep.
The knife draws across the skin, the pain blocks pain from deep within.
A short poem detailing the importance of keeping our demons in check, and the violent repercussions of setting them free.
But her and I will never find an escape
Since we found hell inside ourselves