It's a poem on a boy's lies who catch up with him and become demons, torturing his sleep.
We all have that inner crazy within us.
The knife draws across the skin, the pain blocks pain from deep within.
Be it drugs, alcohol or sex you see,
It's imperative to know Moderation is key!
A short poem detailing the importance of keeping our demons in check, and the violent repercussions of setting them free.
Battling your inner demons or just simply being in an dark time or place.
A had a desire, almost a need to express this in any way I could to the universe. Thank you for giving me the platform to share how I choose to live my next 47 years.
But her and I will never find an escape
Since we found hell inside ourselves