Dancing With My Demons
By the grave I saw the nightmares
That moment my soul grew nagging.
Instead I uncovered my worries
That moment my soul grew gnawing.
I tried to pick up the pieces
To find that I was broken.
Broken beyond repair
That moment my soul grew demanding.
Helpless and lost,
I felt a hand reach out and grab me.
The nightmares embraced me
And I felt home.
That moment my soul grew happy.
Dancing with my demons
That moment my soul grew warm.
I allowed them to consume me
That moment my soul transformed.
I’m 21 and aging,
And I hate this body that I’m in,
I wish I could rip it to bits.
My soul transformed
And darkness took hold
Taking me to places unknown.
Unknown to you
Unknown to me
But all I know
In the moment, my soul grew free.
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