Demons

Rhythmic voices come through my head in song,
a soothing voice,
a sorrowful song,
a soulful song.
These demons,
they delicately dash notes in my brain
piercing my dignity,
dominating over my happiness through song,
killing my hopes through tears as they silently drop,
drop dead,
drop damned,
drop as my mind stops
These demons,
they play with my mind.
Leave me alone!
Let me die
with only a sigh.
Let the music stop,
and everything drop,
to the ground
around,
anywhere…
Demons, let me go.

Not many people particulary like this one as much as The Grey Squirrel, but it is a personal favorite of mine.

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