Tags
alcohol, alcoholism, dark poerty, depression, gothic poetry, poem, Poetry
I wrote this like back in December. I don’t know why I never posted it
Something evil torments me
and plays tricks on my mind
ever slipping sanity –
he’s laughing all the time
I have tried to purge his soul,
but he always bites back
relentlessly, he torments me,
a never-ending tax
his eyes are sunken, and quite piercing
yellow, crooked teeth
the only pleasure I have left
is ejaculate’s release
and this demon fuels my own:
alcohol and hate
my body’s turned against itself,
and anorexic waif
god forbid I see a mirror,
for I’ll pick at my skin
the tainted flames of this hell
leave my blackened fingers singed
and when I think that I’ve grown strong,
that demon kicks me down
he taps his nails against a bottle,
seducing me with sound.