Warfare

My words, my legs and my mind are now weaker
And the prison around got closer and deeper
My demons grew stronger
The rage of the unspoken truth is beating a little faster
Depriving me of the simple peace I've always craved
In the reflection of light, I find the emptiness of my soul
The darkness of the shadows and the nightmares that follow
And within my eyes, I see them all
The volcano that will soon erupt
Avalanches of sweet sorrow
My false beliefs and broken dreams
In this warfare of mine, I stand empty handed
Unleashing the madness of this plastic world
Aimlessly seeking salvation
The closer I get, the far I'm pushed
Watching the apocalypse
With a devilish smile that fades faster than a breath
For all I see are the demons within me
My demons aren't me
They are you

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like something from Dante's imagination. The speaker is on a journey seeking salvation, but it seems the world and the inner demons are frustrating all efforts. The last lines are enigmatic. After speaking of the demons within, the speaker disassociates from them and lays blame on an unnamed other. Thus we are left only with questions.

[Yasmin]

I can't thank you enough for reading and for the lovely comment
I'm glad you liked it