I Write Poems

“Demon”

I have a hold of your past.
That’s how I play it to you.
No matter how far you go, this will always last.
You can be anything you want in the day but it’s me you come to.

You tell me I’m hell.
You tell me that I’m not invited.
But you get lonely and I’m the only one who hasn’t bid you farewell.
So I creep up in your head and out my collection Ill have you frightened.

Of what is done, what is now, and what is to come.
You start seeing patterns. You start seeing stars.
But I’m not done.
For this is ours.

It’s a movie you acted in.
It’s a movie I shall play.
It’s one you hate
But watch anyway.