Demons
Why do they come out in quiet times, like when I'm on my own, trying to get to sleep at night or when I'm writing on my phone
Gnawing deep inside my head, they make me curse my life, why can't we all be friends, instead having all this strife
I try to make peace with them, beg for some peace of mind, ask them to leave me, if they'd be so kind
But they know all the buttons, the know how to cause me pain, it doesn't seem they're happy, until my tears just fall like rain
I never know when they will appear one moment I am fine, next there's a huge black cloud, for the longest time
Demons who live inside my head, why can't we just be friends, it's time we made peace together, I hope my nightmare ends
Please let us make a pact, just let this broken poet free, let's be friends and settle this and please come down for Tea
THE KINKY POET