Demons
We all have demons. Dark, dark demons we bury so deep and try to hide. I hate my demons and my demons love me. They turn me into a creature I despise and I try and escape. But when I do I end up in a world full of gloom, anger and grief. My demons created this world. They attack me from all angles and leave me with battle scars to deep my mother couldn’t nurse me back to health. I feel uncomfortable and on edge. Who do I trust? Who do I love? Who can I show my demons to? I feel you whisper. I feel your eyes watching me, lurking in the darkness. I feel the cold atmosphere my demons created. I want rid of my demons. I want it to be like it was when we were younger. No change. No cares and no worries. I want it to be simple. I want to control the demons, not have the demons controlling me.
We all have demons. Dark, dark demons we bury so deep and try to hide. I hate my demons and my demons love me. They turn me into a creature I despise and I try and escape. But when I do I end up in a world full of gloom, anger and grief. My demons created this world. They attack me from all angles and leave me with battle scars to deep my mother couldn’t nurse me back to health. I feel uncomfortable and on edge. Who do I trust? Who do I love? Who can I show my demons to? I feel you whisper. I feel your eyes watching me, lurking in the darkness. I feel the cold atmosphere my demons created. I want rid of my demons. I want it to be like it was when we were younger. No change. No cares and no worries. I want it to be simple. I want to control the demons, not have the demons controlling me.
Show me a garden.
This is place of memories. Sad memories. Memories growing and nurturing what grows from the soil. A life is taken and helps produce another. A form of beauty. Cold and honest beauty we see in the nature that surrounds us. Someone who meant the world to me. Someone who is now the world. If I lay beneath your twisted branches and amongst your tangled roots will you love me back? Will you give me the warmth you used to but can’t anymore. I love you and miss you. You are the light in my darkness. I need your grace to read my needs. All that I am. All that I ever was is here in your perfect form. If I lay here beneath your twisted branches and amongst your tangled roots will you show me a garden bursting into life?
This is place of memories. Sad memories. Memories growing and nurturing what grows from the soil. A life is taken and helps produce another. A form of beauty. Cold and honest beauty we see in the nature that surrounds us. Someone who meant the world to me. Someone who is now the world. If I lay beneath your twisted branches and amongst your tangled roots will you love me back? Will you give me the warmth you used to but can’t anymore. I love you and miss you. You are the light in my darkness. I need your grace to read my needs. All that I am. All that I ever was is here in your perfect form. If I lay here beneath your twisted branches and amongst your tangled roots will you show me a garden bursting into life?
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