My demons are hungry.
They’re loose in my mind,
devouring every last thing that they find
They want me to suffer
they bring only pain
as they venture through every last part of my brain
I don’t want to feed them
but they keep coming back
They want my surrender as the darkness attacks
I can’t keep on fighting
there’s this feeling of dread,
when my demons are hungry
they won’t stop ’til they’re fed.
Another poem about the bad days