I'm just wondering
If my demons are real
Maybe they aren't dreams
Or figements of my imagination
Rather I theirs
Maybe I'm a dream
A figment of an insane imagination
Created to please their cruel wants
Created to please their sadistic ways
If that is so
I have succeeded
In doing what they want
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
