my throat is so sore

Can you see it? It's so cold and dusky outside;

Can you see me? I’m living partly dead inside,

With a haunting demon that only likes to eat

My screams - every fucking infernal single night.

It weakens my core and soul so many times,

That I cannot not close my sore, swollen eyes

Every time I feel like I’ll hear my name around

- or even a not much analogous wave sound.

(Why would I be scared of anything else but me?

It was me who succumbed me to the depths, lonely,

Among so many lost dreams that could have been

Something but needles in my whole core and body;

It was me who woke up from a life where I was whole

And made me live forever lucid without my own soul

- I am my fucking worst enemy)

It seems like that demon doesn’t have access

To ant exit from my body, so it will stay in me,

No matter how rotten I am - fuck the cuts and the

burns and the starving bites of anything but darkness.

As long as I don’t stop screaming.

The numbness in me eventually toke away

My grieving pain, but everyone around me

Seems so scared now

- at least I’m no longer lonely.