For demons are traveling far and wide
To hunt down a place they claim to know,
This place is my head, though it was once home.
I used to think such pretty thoughts;
There were no demons that I had fought.
Not once so far in my life did I feel
Something so scary and so unreal
As the thoughts that capture my brain now,
The ones that make it a hazy cloud,
Though if you look, you'd maybe find
That within the haze sits my old mind;
That one that was filled with laughs and smiles?
It has been here all the while.
It's just trapped in this thick haze,
And it will remain for the rest of my days
In that very spot, in the midst of the smoke,
Now let's just hope that it won't choke.
by LittlePoet
