Demons

I sleep by the demons beside me
 Knocking the door every time I remember the brief moments when I was me
 Scratching my back against my will like I wasnt free
 Wanting to spread a trap so big, that no mothers wish could save you from

I cried, I cried, I swallowed my pride, satisfying the hunger, filling the pot of despair, a drop at a time
 The crevices and holes I look for to hide, the side I like for the slice of light, that darkness which lifts my tied, the moon shines to scried my ride
 Mocked I am for what I know, looked down I am for what I dont, such is life, victim without faults, if such black swans there be, black sheep, shit street, where did you go?

2 sets of uniform, 2sets of pens, 3 sets of socks and one pair of shoe, that was all I used to care. I remember those days, when I used to hide from the hooligans who were adamant to make the white of my shirt to the blue of their ink. I was bullied, but I survived.

Babel fish is what this world needs, to know the truth and disprove belief, this is my own version of galacticspeake, hitching a ride to mirror raven’s speed, the force is strong planting dark sides seeds, with ravenous beats plaguing our streets, some trance is what we need.

The dark lord commands, demands, hands me the gun to strand my soul, I’m the deer in the headlights of evil, a keevil so medieval which cant cause upheaval.
 Cancer is an option here, the tar in the streams, the screams rolled into a roach of bipolar needs, help me to bong myself out of this hassasin’s weed.
 The white line of c, giving me goosebumps with a T-rex’s speed, snorting fear, throwing spear, under the rave of death, dancing like the one on meth, let’s give it all, for the stroke of rawl.

Breathe in, Breathe out, look out the window, and say I’m mad as hell and I won’t take it anymore, I’m a human being god damnit, my life has value, break the chains, break that spell, slay those dragons, let the endorphins run their magic show, kiss the one, mess the bun, share a drink for the times to come.

Remember, the steps of my math teacher that used to scare me, who never cared about my art but my marks, at least I knew I was an artist from the start.

If someone would have asked me what is hell, I would have replied the distance between two people who loved each other.
 And if my life’s ending was in my hands, I wish I could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever.