A Darkest Life

A Darkest Life

A dark hour. A dark life. Maybe a dark lifetime
Trapeze dark rains falls on me.
I’m being haunted. I don’t even want to fall
asleep anymore. These demons are here to obliterate
me more. Dark, demonic forces keep following me back.

 

In my dreams I try to fight them off but
when the sun shines, I’m weakened and fine.
Odium appears within me. What I’m turning into
is sickening. But my curiosity installs me to keep
listening. Decisive, lucid dreams is all I have.
Maybe I’m obsessed. Everything I touch turns to dust.

 

Blood moons I see alone. Nobody can ever understand
what I experience. OCD? Nonsense. Low self-esteem
appears. Death may be my only witness. I keep
swallowing pills to sleep. I’m addicted.
I want to escape and run away.

 

Life intrigues me to close my eyes.  But I
cannot allow my demons to keep hovering above
me like flies.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is so tragic...to feel in this kind of abyss...and it is looking back.

Closing they eyes only makes us see the worst more clearly...
i hope there is some repellent for those flies...there has to be some solution to get rid of those demons...
you bring up an interesting point here...the idea of curiosity....even as bad as it gets sometimes, we do have a curiosity about how much worse it might get...
a very potent write here
j.