all night & much of tomorrow

Of a girl who was born

But instead of words like “mommy”

She first learned that there’s someone called a whore

Instead of reading fairytales

Of princesses that wake up because of a kiss

She learned that her daddy kisses her mommy

From the same mouth that calls her things

And instead of learning how to clap

She would see how hands are used not to highfive but to slap

Now she suffers the same fate and the same things that she learned

So when she does something that she hate

Her mouth wouldn’t say NO

Because never did once her mother said

Our screaming demons,

they like to visit us at night.

Their voice becomes our company,

their smiles — wicked,

and the shadows that we see.

Every night they keep us up,

quiet, as they may be.

They live in our deepest thoughts

as we try to chase them away.

In the end, we’re surrounded

for they crawl and they hide,

and the deeper they go

they are hardly possible to find.

Oh, our screaming demons,

they like to visit us at night

and if they never sleep,

so neither do we.

I am just scared that I can never top the kind of love and memories that you once had with her,

and I know that she is all in the past but I just cannot help it.

You loved her. There will always be a part of her inside your heart,

and of tears streaming down her eyes

she doesn’t know which one’s more empty

from this recurring darkness

amidst the singsong voices

that I hear from my cluttered thoughts;

from the demons beneath my bed

that whisper me evil nothings

invading through the abyss of my privacy;

I am trapped in this madness

amongst my impulsive choices

that have made me so chaotic.

I want to,

but it invades and now I am haunted

keeping me distracted and