Demons.
I feel like an empty box.
My soul consists from million blocks.
Blocks and pieces, black and white.
I let my demons go at night.
Every night I can't have a rest,
But in the morning they come back to their nest.
Then they continue to eat me inside.
I don't know where can I hide.
Someone finds monsters under his bed,
But I've found them out in my head.
I don't know how much time I have
Before I will do my lastuff breath,
Before they will eat me at all,
And I will hear their last call.
The time has come, it's dawn again,
But you will not get any gain.
Day by day and night by night..
But someday I will win this fight.
Maybe not today, but soon
I'll be a free man under the Moon.
(25.05.2016)
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© Copyright: Люсия Монтойя, 2016
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