May 142013
 

bloody kidMy demons haven’t been lulled to sleep.

They haven’t been whispered words of appeasement until a later date.

Each time they come for me, I’ve been forced to learn.

Each time they twist me around like warm caramel from a spoon.

Rip up my insides.

Leave me on the floor. Horse from the screams and noticing the blood on the carpet.

I’ve learned.

I cannot just get through it. 

Demons come back.

So, trust me… there’s only one way to get rid of a demon.

You kill that motherfucker good.