Demons At My Door

This poem is about how I feel at home when I'm alone. Also recent troubles I have gone through and my reaction towards them.
I gave my heart a halo

But my head wanted horns

Can't seem to get passed

My own locked doors

Tried to find a lover

But all I found were whores

Trouble gets the most of me

When I fall to the floor

Only outside of my head

Do I feel real

Not to fast and not so hard

These moments I had to steal

Go ahead and turn away

They know you can hear

The only things that understand you

Are the things you fear

I...hear...demons in my ears

I don't know why they are here

All I can say is what I know I should

I can't tell you...how do you think I could?

I...feel...crowded and alone

They make my pain their only home

All I can say is what I know I should

But I can't tell you...how could you think I would?

I hear something quietly

Approach my door

Footsteps in the faintest

Like a silent shore

Creeping up so carefully

Just the way I knew it would

Moving oh so gently

A way no human could

All the time I've spent holding on

Has been a waste

Because every night I spent alone

Leaves me with a bitter taste

I sleep above my feathers

Hoping it will lift me up

But knowing all my hoping

Will soon give up

I know in the back of my mind

Behind my personal door

They hear every word I say

And what I hold adore

So go ahead and turn away

They know you can hear

The only things that understand you

Are the things you fear...
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Published: 2/11/2011
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