Demoniac
 
 

The demons of my cerebellum spit
feigned wisdom, acid lullabies,
their tongues are forked and venom tipped,
they haunt me with their glaring eyes.
My mind soars into entropy,
I stand on the brink of the brink,
in my confusion words elude me,
I find I can no longer think.
Insomnia relieves me
from my tribulation,
an incubus scratches at my window,
bent double in frustration.
 
 

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Nick Kellaway 
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