Demons

inside the troubled mind at peace with the monsters and the voices.

Demons

Torches are alight in gallows,
Where I meet my demise
Often in the crowded shadows,
Of my layered lies

So ugly it is inside these walls,
Of endless humble desires!
Can you see them light and fall
My demons set on fire.

The blood is settled in the deep
Thus I keep you in clear waters,
Not in the disgust of the meat.
The itch! How it bothers!

Like beautiful white polished stones
Shine through endless dark,
My soul so ever lost it moans
To escape or just to depart.

Torches are alight in gallows,
Where all my dreams they stay,
Often in the crowded shadows,
You will find my demons at play.
- Inilash Remot