Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind
Demons in My Head
These thoughts are driving
Me insane…
With all their cruel jokes
& pain.
These Demons that
Control my brain.
They make me hate myself
& fill me with self-blame.
Today I just wanted
To die.
The thoughts controlled
My brain & I
Could not rid
Myself of them.
They encompassed
All I was & am.
It's so hard
To tell them no
Cuz they know my every
Thought
& every secret
In my heart.
So hard to take the razor
From my hand.
So hard to cling
To my life's plan.
So hard to go on.
So hard to
Stop crying.
To stop thinking
Of the peace
Of dying.
The ease of expiring
In my sleep.
Just drink this,
Take these
& count the sheep…
Jumping over
The picket fence.
You'll feel no pain,
And hence…
You'll quietly
Rid yourself
Of guilt.
Like sugar
In rain,
Your troubles will melt.
And peace will overcome
Your soul.
You'll have no more demons
To control.
And everything
Will be fine.
Darkness & sleep;
tranquility divine.
No worries
& no hurries.
No more rain
& snow flurries.
Just sweet darkness,
Lovely solitude.
It drew me to such
A magnitude…
I could only fight it
With sleep.
The urge
To go to leap
From a skyscraper
& fall to certain death.
No pain, no sorrow.
Indeed,
No breath.
I fight this
Every now & then.
It haunts me
Again & again.
One day I'll probably
Give in.
Life fights sometimes,
But in the end ~
Death will always,
Invariably win.
copyright 2006, 2018
by Insomnia
Me insane…
With all their cruel jokes
& pain.
These Demons that
Control my brain.
They make me hate myself
& fill me with self-blame.
Today I just wanted
To die.
The thoughts controlled
My brain & I
Could not rid
Myself of them.
They encompassed
All I was & am.
It's so hard
To tell them no
Cuz they know my every
Thought
& every secret
In my heart.
So hard to take the razor
From my hand.
So hard to cling
To my life's plan.
So hard to go on.
So hard to
Stop crying.
To stop thinking
Of the peace
Of dying.
The ease of expiring
In my sleep.
Just drink this,
Take these
& count the sheep…
Jumping over
The picket fence.
You'll feel no pain,
And hence…
You'll quietly
Rid yourself
Of guilt.
Like sugar
In rain,
Your troubles will melt.
And peace will overcome
Your soul.
You'll have no more demons
To control.
And everything
Will be fine.
Darkness & sleep;
tranquility divine.
No worries
& no hurries.
No more rain
& snow flurries.
Just sweet darkness,
Lovely solitude.
It drew me to such
A magnitude…
I could only fight it
With sleep.
The urge
To go to leap
From a skyscraper
& fall to certain death.
No pain, no sorrow.
Indeed,
No breath.
I fight this
Every now & then.
It haunts me
Again & again.
One day I'll probably
Give in.
Life fights sometimes,
But in the end ~
Death will always,
Invariably win.
copyright 2006, 2018
by Insomnia
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