Dark Poetry ~ Demons Cry Sleeping

Fragments of my soul,
gone forth without me.

Crucial parts,
of existence gone.

Holding memories void,
grinds my heart.

Pestle to mortar,
scratching this bitch.

Form changes,
but integrity, never.

The already reunion,
by so close separation.

Dreaming and maintaining,
obscuring and losing.


But near are these,
thoughts of doom.

So little effect…

Explosive eyes.
Kaleidoscope cries.

My demons cry sleeping.

Tamed no more.
Angry and sore.

Longing to,
break the chains.

To feel alive.

To rip free,
of collar once more.

To believe in days unseen.
To survive.

If only,
to avenge,
the capture.