There are church bells, hammers, <br />Cymbals and gongs-all in my head; <br />At once they clang and an intense ache <br />Begins to resonate within the walls of my head, <br />Like fire-flies, <br />These legions are trapped inside my head... <br />They steal me glances, <br />Yet they cannot tell why I have lost my head <br />Because these demons in such muddle, <br />Do not scream in theirs but only within my head. <br /> <br />And when they do not howl and scream <br />Like possessed owls and hogs inside my head; <br />They squirm like burnt vipers- <br />And hiss like rattles within my head… <br /> <br />These berserk demons in my head, <br />They are disguised under veils of hope` <br />Where, they have deviously mutated <br />Into an apathy daubed with hope <br />They perform these rituals in my head; <br />To comminate all my remnants of hope- <br />Of my mortal existence- <br /> <br />And to escape these demons from mind, <br />The grim reaper has drawn me a maze of hope- <br />A puzzling maze, <br />A stream that has its estuaries <br />Flowing home; to the underworld I hope; <br /> <br />These specters, these legions, these wraiths <br />From my past have risen from the dead; <br />To paint a picture of me, inside my head- <br />And not just an eerie picture of me- <br />Disturbed or in a disarray; but dead <br /> <br />And I in vanity, can no longer tell <br />If they are trapped inside my head, <br />Or I in theirs, as we are one now; both dead... <br />Them, from the afterlife living in my head- <br />And I, an empty shell; barely walking dead. <br />Not unless- well, I am in purgatory <br />And this is but a transition of me; <br />Half living and half dead.<br /><br />N.K. Trevor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demons-in-my-head-2/
