Demons
With my heart’s dull thud
My instinct drives me
In sweat, tears and blood
My fear compels me
Pressing kisses to your flesh
My instinct drives me
Forcing steel into your chest
My fear compels me
It’s so tragic to see this
We all have our demons
Drawing liquid from a stone
Has never been so easy
As I try to breathe
My instinct drives me
As your eyes’ light leaves
My fear compels me
It’s so tragic to see this
We all have our demons
Drawing solace from my shame
Has never been so easy
Drawing comfort from the lie
Has never been so easy
Drawing liquid from a stone
Has never been so easy
©Connie Paknadel 10th July 2005