"2nd, Then 1rst to Last"

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"2nd, Then 1rst  to Last" 

KH 

 

  

I started fighting it  

The demons.  
They come in tightly-knit clans and tell me things.  
The same things you used to tell me.  

Whisper pretty words that hurt me; knives searing into my flesh.  

I know I seem repetitive; the cycle is riveting to be in, I guess.  
My hurt will be fuel for my poetry; it derives good content, does It not?  
This is my attempt at a comeback; I was dead for so long; mere seconds to the humans; lifetimes in the mind of a writer.  

No, I am not talking about the same person I referred in my previous inklets.  
I am talking about someone... imaginary, because I am not afraid to.  
I have succumbed to so many devious schemes, so many late-night-thoughts.