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The Darkness falling and the memories remains.

The Darkness falling and the memories remains. The memories inside my in my head killings me. Why do I have to remeber...?! Demons inside my head reminds me of my past, that I don't want to know anymore. The Darkness in my soul is confusion and sick and are twisted like hell. The past is an illusion somehow you know it's just an illusion. Confused and twisted thougts are my home somehow in my mind in sick memories.

My thougts running in circles and I feeling insane, but just a little bit insane. The wings of Darkness that I carried on my back with pain and eternal sorrow and that I finally got an eclipse over my soul and my mind together in peace. The silence in Tears and I screaming inside in Loneliness and in fear and emtiness in my soul. The suffering inside my soul reminds me of the feelins that never ends. The feelings are emtiness and anger in my soul that makes the memories remains. Lost in my own sickness with all the fear and Loathing in my head. The savage in my spirit brings me joy and peace. Belive in yourself almost all the fucking time. It's burning in my soul. The echo in my head reminds me of my past. I don't want to remember but it's still there in the subconscious. And it's killing me. The evil in all eternity in all thougts, that I dont want's in my mind above me until it's sleeps. Until the Demons sleeps in my head, but it never gonna happens until I'm dead.

I'm still down with the Sickness in my mind. The Demons killing my emty soul. The demons echo in my head with all the sick word that they tellings me to listen to what they have to say. I want the Demons to be silence in my head. Please be silence you fucking Demons. You killing my mind. My shiny wings are making me free. When I flying down by the edge with my wings I feeling like a dragon that is diving down by the montain and down in the sea, to drink some fresh water. Flying is an gift from somebody of my special friends in the Universe. I feeling free with my shiny wings but them are so heavy so my back hurts. The Demons making me crazy and sick in my mind. The angels above are helping me with my pain and fear from the Demons in my head. The Sadness in their eyes are not from happiness it's from sorrow. The sorrow are so heavy I just wanna cry, but my tears is frozen. The angels are helping me for fuck sakes. My fucking soul is emty beacuse the Demons are killing my mind.




Prosa (Fabel/Saga) av CuteFrugan666
Läst 291 gånger
Publicerad 2016-04-15 13:03



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