These Demons Poem by Ash Desrocher
These Demons
Living inside my mind,
within the walls.
These demons are holding me,
The ghosts and ghouls,
wrapping around my head,
pulling me out of my dreams,
not seeming like they want to let go of me.
Slicing through the thin skin,
like paper, carving,
a rush of color,
draining from my arms.
The demons taking the blame,
for what I had done,
to myself,
to them,
to the voices inside.
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