Our Devils come in many forms.
Some so brutal, leaving blood and bone in their wake.
Striking our bodies in a blacked out rage.
Induced fear of the lashing, no sound we can make.
Locking us in a more physical cage.
Others will scream and yell with all their might.
Calling out every preverse delusion in their twisted mind.
Wanting us to loose control, so they pick each fight.
Getting ever louder, causing numbing terror each time.
The ones, maybe, the most nefarious by far.
Quietly, over time, comments making us question everything we know.
Subduing the person we always believe we are.
They rip apart our heart, mind and soul.
Our Devils come, and most dont have horns.
No comments:
Post a Comment