Demons. Poem by Kyle Bickham
Demons.
I hear it,
No one else does,
Getting faster,
Closer,
Feeling the demonic breath on my shoulder,
Instructing me what to do,
I wan't to turn around and glance at what is,
Or what isn't,
The very fact that i know it's not there,
The fact that i created it,
That i led to my own destruction,
Only makes my demons more relentless,
In their pursuit to destroy me.
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