The Demon

6. října 2015 v 14:51 | all names were taken |  Co není tak úplně deníkem

The Demon's in a Mirror

There's a demon in here
and the demon is me
He watches me through the mirrors
Dark eyes, sharp teeth, claws like scissors;
lurks beneath my bed

The demon's patient - waits in shadows
'till I close my eyes

Then takes a leap
attacks my hollow
mind
He won't let me sleep

Followong me round 'n' round
I just want to keep him out.
Out of my

head.

Because in my fragile dream
all I'm able to see
is the sea
of red..
I wonder if I'm dead

Last night he was there again
Hiding; though ready to strike
just about to take the leap
of faith
and claw at my mind

Eyes so dull and empty, hollow
all that and more they seem
Eyes so deep and full of sorrow
I know what I've seen

I hugged him close and
lent him pillow
even my stuffed animal

I looked again and there it was!
(all along for me to see)
My fear of him was minimal

Yes, he still was dark and ugly,
scrawny, awkvard, pitiful
but he was just like me

Now
it's empty in the closet
nothing lurks beneath my bed

You'd think it was all in my head
except now I have a deamon-pet.

The poor bastard's just lonely.

zbytek výžbleptu pod perexem


Takže...eeh.. nevím, co k tomu napsat. Zkrátka jsem se včera večer podívala do zrcadla a tohle je výsledek. Nutno dodat, že jsem byla opravdu unavená, otrávená a naštvaná hned na několik lidí na jednou (nejvíc sama na sebe)
Tak to zkouším takto vyventilovat :P

Každopádně tu myšlenku mám v hlavě už delší dobu, včera byl jen, zdá se, správný čas 'vyblít' to na papír/obrazovku (whatever..)

Z nějakého důvodu je to v angličtině. Nevím...zní mi to tak líp.

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