Gothic Poetry

My head is in another place

Far away

There's no escape

Deep within my brain screams out

Get out!

Get out!

You need help

Blindly following my plunder

A war of whims

No surrender

Demons calling out

The only voices getting through to me

Trying to find an alternate route

Wandering through the desolate sea

Consumed by the demons greed

The outcome bleak

I'm on my knees

One smooth swipe

Forever asleep

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-Tanya Petkau-