Written by Alma Claire / Art by Joshua Ben

mind demon

my demon;

speaking in riddles and tongues while I’m sleeping


time fleeting

time freezing

cruel whispers as I lay drowning and dreaming


thoughts like circles

round and round,

running me straight into cold lonely ground


I’m slipping away from me

– no sound –

the sickest little game of lost and found


mirror confusion

mirrored illusions;

high on the lies of my own damn delusions


sick of myself

sick from myself,

I am the poison polluting myself


mind demon

my demon

little parasite of my soul, just leeching


why demon,

why demon?

Can’t you just let me fall into sleeping?

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