My Demons
I have dreams that are scenes that are playing in my head Painting images and stories that are waiting to be read I have monsters that are creeping rent free in my mind Whispering this and that and telling me what needs to be said I hear echoes of time all around me Ramblings of a past life worth forgetting, glimpses of an unattainable future Both reminiscent of the version of myself that I thought I was The version that was knocked back by reality Swallowed whole by my now apparent insanity And replaced by this shell, this projection that stands before you
That thinks crazy thoughts like âWhat if reality isnât really reality And what if weâre all figments of somebodyâs imagination such that everything we think is real is simply that somebodyâs perception And what if youâre really awake when youâre dreaming and actually dreaming when you think youâre awake And what if the scenarios that we make up in our heads Actually birthed real events somewhere sometime Such that there are versions of us somewhere that are living the lives we only live in our heads Think about it Forgive me, me n my demons are crazy My bad, they said I should tell you itâs my demons n I For it is not only me that you hear when I say this For these words do not flow from only my soul They are also a collage of my demons thoughts But donât think that I am an innocent bystander to the evils happening in my head No No, I do my part -A.M.













