Leave me be, Demon

January 26, 2015

There's a buzzing in my ear.

Make it stop.

It's making me itchy.

Writing is not worth the damage

that this demon is causing me.

I'm sorry demon.

I do not love you.

Tell the bugs to shoo away.

Kill the germs crawling on my skin.

Turn the temperature down and let me relax for once in my life.

The world cannot be moving as fast as my brain is thinking.

I'm done.

It's time to move on.

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