This is my first attempt at poetry so the style is armature but we all have to start somewhere :)
The demons dance in darkness
And whisper me their secrets
They tell me bedtime stories
And fill me with regret
The morning comes and still they stay
The light no longer provides relief
Left frozen and choking on my fear
Consumed by imagined grief
My mind provides a brief escape
To my own reality I retreat
The demons they live in here too
But their embrace is soft and sweet
A passing glimpse of beauty
And a kindness I cannot trust
The whispers and your absence
A friendship turned to dust
My demons are my oldest friend
Though they cause my soul to weep
I long to feel their empty kiss
And the tear stain upon my cheek
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