The demons come to consume me <br />All around me as far as I can see <br />Relentless attacks weaken my soul <br />As the demons start to wear away holes <br />The voices in my mind <br />They tell me they are kind <br />My mind begins to shatter <br />And my thoughts begin to scatter <br />My bones feel like led <br />I wish I was dead <br />But they torment me keeping me alive <br />Because they know I will never thrive <br />I wonder why they do it? <br /> <br />© AJ CLIFF<br /><br />adam cliff<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demons-3/
