Shot My Inner Demons Poem by Jessy Liz

In some sick, sadistic way I am proud of what I’ve done-
Left her body lying there while still holding up the gun.
Masochistic laughter seeps out from inside me
And this somber scene’s made petty- the way death ought not to be.
But I can’t suppress this wicked smile for I know I have done well.
This inner conflict settled by damning innocence to Hell.
Yes, down my demons have fallen, my tempest begun her reign,
I have shot my inner demons, aiming only for more pain.