Demons

I suppose it's about guilt, or something else which troubles the mind. I wrote it a long time ago when I was around 17 and struggling with college, work and social life. Somethings got to give.

Demons

At last I rest

upon my bed

and images swirl

inside my head

Sweet illusions

luring me

on a trip

of ecstasy

Too late

I have found

that I

have been bound

to this journey

I face

one of humiliation

and disgrace

Those illusions

which first lured

can't be rid of

can't be cured

Around each corner

awaits my death

I'm stalked by

assassins breath

No escape

can be found

upon wall

ceiling or ground

On my bed

I'm thrashing wild

once again

a frightened child

Suddenly I'm awake

with regret

mopping my forehead

of its sweat

I quickly glance

around the room

moonlight casts shadows

within the gloom

I lay to rest

upon my bed

and images swirl

inside my head.