My demons are the sounds I listen to when I sleep.
It's funny how I find comfort in their voices through the night.
The skeletons in my closet are rackling but they are not coming out.
I know I should be scared but fear is far from me.
what really should I be afraid of because the evil is of my doing.
I can't say I was not warned before I touched everything that turned into ash.
My soul is at home in the solitude of my cold heart.
The devil is smiling as he has finally won me.
I will not even fight because the victory is not worth it.
I made my bed, now I shall lay in it...
SHERIKA © 2016
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