Demons Dancing

take a deep breath.

I need to reach a place of hope.

Somewhere I can run and breathe.

Instead I'm stuck here wanting more.

Watching others cry and bleed.

 

But no one told me when.

So I ran away again.

 

I need a place of sanctuary.

I need to find this light.

The rope is tied around me neck.

I feel it grows too tight.

 

But no one told me where.

So all I do is stare.

 

There's hope in place of demons' dancing.

No one's thought of leaving.

To find a place where angels sing.

There's nothing wrong with believing.

 

But I'm stuck in this rewind. 

So I don't fit with their kind.

 

I walk back home, exhausted, lost.

I try to make my entrance.

But all they do is push me out.

I see those demons' dancin'.

 

So yeah I know you're not like me.

I guess it's something you can't see.

And even though it feels much longer,

I know I'm made of something stronger.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Li Li]

What an impacting write. I want to start with what catches my eyes that may add to the strength... get rid of the "but's". You speak this with no hesitation. You ARE longing/fighting/believing in all that you speak of. When you add the "but" it seems as if you add hesitance, which I know you don't have. I think the flow would still be there without it. I read it both ways. Also get rid of the "so's".

Example:

No one told me when.
So I ran away again.