Saturday, 18 July 2015

I am the night that hits you 
as you lie awake in hotel rooms 
gasping from the endless thoughts 
that try to kill you.

I am the demon that creeps 
At the corners beneath your skin.
from the emptiness inside your shell
that takes over you.

I am the stale air around you
You inhale and exhale
Filling your mind with pain
that demands to be felt

Stop thinking, start breathing