We all have demons inside of our head,
The ones that never get put to bed.
We remind ourselves envy is power,
But the dark thoughts are much louder!
Our mind works in mysterious ways,
When our brain is in a haze.
At work he battles through the days.
His mind is a maze,
With all the thoughts in his head some atta be dead!
Seeing the luxurious life that others tread,
The demons tell him 'off with their head'
But he doesn't listen to the rebellion the demons lead,
When he arrives home he heads straight to bed,
In his sleep his mind was feed,
Stuff he thought he'd never repeat,
Until a new demon took a seat,
His game took a turn- the one where he cheats,
He now walked to a new beat,
This one where he took upon Wall Street,
The whole thing was bittersweet,
Until one day he took his game too far on the streets,
He couldn't take the heat,
All that was left was a man on the concrete !
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Whispers From The Void
PoetryPast writings I was too scared to post. I hope I can find the love of writing again through this...
