Daemon

Thoughts wash over me,

like a waves over rocks.

My head spins,

like wind through tree.

 

My lungs twist,

from the sulfur of your breath.

My body aches,

from your weight upon my shoulders.

My head turns round,

even though I cannot see you.

 

But I still know your there,

waiting just around the corner,

for your chance,

while I am weakened.

To fill my head,

and all my body.

With a heavy sense,

of doubt.

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

Ive known this feeling. I think it speaks horrid things of me. However these words speak great things of you. Your description and creation of feeling is great. I think with an expanded usage of vocabulary it can be even more effective. Great Stuff..