daemons aren't in your head,
they watch you
every blink, every movement you make.
daemons aren't in your head,
they are all around you
judging, questioning,
changing every decision you make.
When they are gone from your eyes,
and you think that you're at rest,
they are still there
waiting, crawling, obsessed.
As your body lays still,
they bend your mind at will,
searching, craving, feeding
on anything that's real.
They push through any seeping guilt or tied up emotion,
clinging onto it as if it's the last thing they have,
forcing you to submit to their devotion.
YOU ARE READING
deep in the dark mind
Poetrydeep poems made from 2am thoughts that only some people can relate to, can you? leave a comment on what you think of them and what else you want me to write about <3
