I keep my friends close
and my enemies within.
My angels kept on hold,
greensleeves playing continuously.
My demons are on speed dial
and they keep calling me,
breathing monstrously,
then hanging up
before I've had a chance to speak.
I was told
never to believe in fantasy,
but all the outcomes of life
have shown me
that all the fantastical stories
are built on reality.
There really are monsters in the dark.
That sound you hear at night
could be the reaper at work.
The grinding churns at 2am
are beasts chowing down on countless men.
What I saw in the shadows
swayed me. Frayed my emotions
and dismayed me. Now what I see
is haunting, the beings in the darkness
avoiding our view,
Creeping deeper into the shade,
ready to devour you.
I was told it is all fiction,
but what is fiction
but truth told through a twisted view.
What I saw in wide awake nightmares,
the being stood there,
fingers beckoning me in.
The lingering scent of fear,
alarmed goosebumps on my skin,
wasn't make belief,
if it was, I'd be able to get some relief
when I close my eyes at half past three.
I keep my friends close,
my demons stroll beside.
They keep perfect stride,
never outpacing,
or ending up waylaid at a layby.
Now I hold the demons hands,
for idle hands make devilish
work they say,
and my angels have my heart
held perfectly in steady waves.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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