Demons

Beneath my skin, the shadows crawl,

Whispering lies I can’t recall.

They twist and turn inside my mind,

No peace or solace do I find.

These demons feast on fragile hope,

Tightening chains I cannot cope.

They wear my face, they speak my name,

But all they offer is guilt and shame.

In darkest corners, they reside,

A storm that rages deep inside.

They claw, they bite, they tear apart,

The fragile edges of my heart.

No light escapes their suffocating grip,

Each breath they steal, a sinking ship.

I drown beneath their cruel demand,

Trapped in a wasteland, dry and damned.

They whisper secrets, poison sweet,

Promises broken, bitter deceit.

A war without an end in sight,

Where hope fades into endless night.

Yet still, beneath this crushing weight,

A flicker fights to change my fate.

Though demons prowl and shadows grow,

A stubborn ember dares to glow.