The Demons you see when Hope Leaves
Written in 2012
Worthless words work their way around my weak self-image
They liberate themselves from me, for hope of a better tomorrow
They are impervious to intense scrutiny
I am envious of my own manifestations
In an instant they are gone
Sitting in a corner and asking myself why it’s so hard
Shaking the hands of imaginary demons that tell me what to write
I ignore them, passing by their advice with stories of my own
Eagerly attempting to shed light on a subject so secret
Only to discover that I am all alone, with no solution
Is this what happens when the flood gates are flung aside?
A blur of harmonious hymns that are only beautiful to each other?
A deluge of decadent delights that decide where I dwell?
Or, maybe this torrent of terrifying treachery is trying to teach me