Demons of the Mind
By rogue24
I find it hard to breathe Difficult to think Every beat of my heart Draws me closer to the end The shadows embrace me As your blood covers my body My darkest demons Pick me up and guide me To the last door The last path I will ever choose I grasp the last portion of life that remains My final hope In remaining alive As my essence escapes I hold on to what you have given me And all I have sacrificed to be All you have ever wanted Spare me this torture Forgive my mistakes My imperfections And my broken heart I'm nothing more than a tarnished soul That is bleeding and broken On the verge of death As you turn away Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 10:03 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I find it hard to breathe..."