mental demons are just as destructive as physical ones


Soft and Benine

Over and over again each wave hits me. Lighting in a bottle. Triggered just for me. I have no clue how long I will last through this tyranny. I'm praying I can hold on. The demon has a hold of me.. He's not letting go. I've begged and pleaded. Cried till I was blue.. Someone please remember all the good that I could do. Someone please remember Light that shone through. The light is gone now. I'll never get it back. Opposing side, my color shines with tints of black.. Like lava in a bubble.. I'm drowning in the center. Brake the barrier and I'm a gonner. Better off to watch me suffer. Though that's even harder to swallow. Please stop time, so I can braid this rope of mine. Stop my heart beating before this life is no longer mine. Would the god's forgive me? Would they understand? I thought at a time, there was a possibility. I think I was niave. Like a child, soft and benine.



Words by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2017-01-17 at 12:06

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