My Demons Made Me What I Am Poem by Crimson Love

Dark winged Demons worship me,
They give me darkness within my light,
They kiss my eyelids; they sing me to sleep,
They Give me everything, they’ve given me…me.
In a place untouched by emotion,
Unfelt by pain,
Love and lust have lost their game,
Done with being good, because being bad feels to good,
I love the numbness …. The way I can’t feel,
My demons want to give me everything, they seem so real,
They swim in my memories; they play in my thoughts,
There twisted thinking has become my own,
Living within the darkness, this is where I call home,
My life entwined with these Beautiful creatures of dark,
We are one, always together, and never apart.