The demons come to consume me
All around me as far as I can see
Relentless attacks weaken my soul
As the demons start to wear away holes
The voices in my mind
They tell me they are kind
My mind begins to shatter
And my thoughts begin to scatter
My bones feel like led
I wish I was dead
But they torment me keeping me alive
Because they know I will never thrive
I wonder why they do it?
© AJ CLIFF
adam cliff
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demons-3/
