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Demons

They have found a home inside my mind,
My heart, and the lungs that breathe
Like dragons, consumed with fire,
Heated anger, mistrust and evil deeds
A voice calls upon me to perform.
The devils’ fire has frenzied my guise
Seething, searing my internal flesh,
My soul and my inner self.
They alter my psyche, as
They command me to
Induce self-harm,
Efface, and to perform misdeed.
Breeding hatred inside my heart
That never learned ardor, how to express,
That poor heart skips a beat
Mind reading
Never trusting,
Those thoughts were put there by
These angry spirits that have taken over,
And have pitched a tent inside that part of me
That in all sense of the word,
Vibrantly warm,
Has turned to ice, only to melt in blistering coals,
Satan’s wiles.
My lungs breathe fire,
My heart consumed with evil forces
Those goblins that inhabit my heart, soul and brain
Marred my being,
Heightened anxiety,
A ship overturned,
I am drowning,
A house burning down,
The demons inside of me have committed arson?
Alone in my castle I am the queen.
Across the moat of my castle
Lives the rest of the world,
Conniving and inferior.
When I cross this moat,
Daggers pierce me,
I become the prisoner of pain.
Into the dungeon I have been thrown,
Barred, I hear the turning of the lock in key-
Seclusion:
Fire, smoldering smoke,
Satan’s wiles once again have consumed my very soul?
That poor heart of mine that knows not how to love.
Mind reading, never trusting
Angry spirits have overruled.
Heightened anxiety
I have been captured, locked in prison
Outside my castle,
I am no queen,
Locked in seclusion,
I am the criminal insane.
Conniving, deceitful,
A lonesome sailor in a ship overturned,
As I am drowning in a deep oil slick
Going down, down, down
I fervently, desperately begin to pray
God, if you exist please rescue me,
Exorcise these evil spirits from
My poor, poor heart,
That just never knew how to feel,
Locked away for the rest of my days,
Locked in a dungeon
Thrown into seclusion
I am the prisoner of pain-
Will tomorrow be another day?



Claudia Krizay (schizoclaud)