Demons
Has the Demon reaped?
Or is he just infecting those around me?
Maybe he removed my heart.
Maybe I’m just hallucinating.
Maybe he removed my heart.
Maybe I’m just hallucinating.
But it’s impossible to tell
since hope no longer lives;
and the frigid blood
coursing through my veins
is running to an irregular drum beat.
Why has the Demon chosen me?
Why has he caused
eternal emptiness?
I am no bastard towards those that I love,
yet when I had a heart,
those that I loved
were bastards to me.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
My country
Our world