been gone a wjile sorry about that. mourning for my thread ...
that was a joke anyways....
Demons Demons can be many things
To others they mean nothing
but to you they bring...
A blanket of self doubt
On clouds of grief and darkness
To you they are everything that
Nightmares are all about
Doors The corridor you stand in
Alone
And so afraid
Is the corridor with those doors
The doors with differnet names
The corridor seems endless
Neverending
And so daunting
The corridor's doors are labled
And forever haunting
On your left you see Fear
The door you have been in
For over one whole year
This demon of yours
Is just one door
If you were to walk one you surely
Would find more...
You look at the doors
Reading the name of each room
Heights, Spiders, love, life
And so so much more
That one teacher who has it in for you
Your older sister who cant stand you
That French lesson you can't make it through
Small things are always bigger on the inside
Small things are always small to others
that can not find
the reason for their being there....
Demons
Demons
i think i might be losing it guys....