Showing Demons

Let me write my feelings down.

Showing this paper my demons.

As my pen makes verses on this canvas.

Battling to be heard.

Blurring the lines between this reality and this dream.

Becoming one onto this paper.

Visually assaulting.

Poisoning the mind.

Taking this note to the point.

Finer lines I could write.

Blinded by the things I speak.

Only writing from the heart.

Truer meanings.

Showing my feelings on this paper.

Seeing this turn black.

But my pen is red.