Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Feast

I don't write for you
I don't write for me
I write for the demons
Who need to be put to sleep

They eat on my thoughts
Rip apart my memories
Drink up all my emotions
Yet turn up each night, thirsty

Nothing distracts them
They are all time ready
To feast on me
And make merry

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