Sick of youA Poem by RivWhat if your own demon is sick of youTaste the metal between my teeth Caste it into an iron sword Throw it out onto an open field Hoping that it brings back the feeling Hidden among the darkness Crystal clear Its eyes shine brighter Even brighter than my own Since when did it start When will it end When it began to become more lively Than I had ever been Words makes sense Not coming from my mouth I choose to ignore Continue on the same path Yet what kind of world is it When your own demon Starts making more sense Than you yourself do And they become "sick of you"
© 2015 RivAuthor's Note
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