Poetry: Demonology.

Demonology

I feel like my soul is being pimped out
By the very rotten desires of my heart
To the forces beyond the walls of comprehension of my mind
Someone lied, that would be me
 
I suffocate in the vast space of the earth
I suffocate in the cold embrace of the world
Every smile bares a thousand daggers
Every laughter sounds like mighty rops of poison
 
Ignorance is bliss
Maybe I’m the pill behind my insomnia
Yeah, my feet brought me to these dreaded paths
I’m a victim of my own making
 
As the earth whirls and twirls 
As I weigh the choices before my heart
As I haggle with the suitors of my soul
My eyes rests on the horizon beyond the sun.

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