Demons in my Head.

Hiding in the dark.

 

The demons have gone to bed for now

they're safely tucked underground.

They're waiting until the moon to rise

so they can feed off its power and pride

 

Sleep little demon nestled in my brain

waiting to emerge and cause havoc once again

Tearing apart the innocent like candy

loving the destruction it causes whim and fancy

 

Frothing at the mouth waiting for the chance

to devour the helpless and make them dance

at their will and desire oh how they mock

as their sick little dreams silently watch the clock.

Author's Note

I was feeling a little down the day this was written.

Reviews

[Gandré]

this is a wonderful example of a surrealistic poem; its phantasmaorgical imaginery is in tune with incongruous juxtapositions like here: "Sleep little demon nestled in my brain". The created tension is transporting me into a world of a person, logged in her imagination melted with the reality of the past. I appreciated the strong evocative last 2 lines. Well done!! thx for yr review of my poem Naivet�, much appreciated. Gandr�.

[chico]

I love it, and really inspiring, every word is so powerful..

[Lyndsay Castro]

AHhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You've done it again! This is wonderful. It's so dark and menacing, and yet the tone is light and almost playful. The images you use made me want to keep reading to find out what happens when those demons come out. As said already, this poem really transports you to that world. Can't wait for more.