It's Show Time !
When it's night I see my demons go high, Smoking on weed With my emotions rolled inside. Burning twice, All those scars That'd been burnt Multiple times. Collecting all these ashes, From the craters underneath my eyes. Carefully Handpicked life scenes That would make the same flame Burn me twice. Eyes out-focused, Staring at nothing Yet everything At one time. Brain glitching With the umpty Number of slideshows Viewed side by side, Of sweet memories And sour people Of emotions felt And forcefully forgotten With time. I'm soaked in these memories Of Kerosene times, The demon Lits a light And watches me burn But yet won't let me die. “Insomniac freak” I hear people speak ; Dark circles decorating Mine filtered face Because what could I tell them When they say, “Demons are myths, Don't believe a word she speaks!” But what about those That talk to me every night? What about those, That have kept me away From myself All this while? What do I say To make yo...
