Demons

They come when my eyelashes point to my cheek
Give the illusion that I'll find what I seek
They make me run for a door that just goes further
Only to kill me awake screaming bloody murder

They're at the back of my eyelids everytime I sleep.

It forms slowly and stares quietly in my isolation
Never in plain sight it prefers hiding in reflection
Breathing down my neck, attempting to crush it next
Devouring the time I take to die from its effects

It stares at me from the mirror everytime I'm alone.

He is loved by people who have never met
Existence alone controls their actions and mindset
Voice unheard touch unfelt, they follow His every word
Just one Him to make this growing herd

His words are causing everyone to psycho me into this belief.

She has her hands drilled into the deepest of my brain
Sent her thousands young swimming through my veins
A knife down the wrist and tearing apart of skin
Won't rid me of her whispers that led my sin

They can drown you in your sleep

Choke you in your own house

Burn you in the afterlife

And most of all 

Control you 

Use your body as their own

tell you all these awful things 

until one day your sanity is gone

and you slowly 

gauge out your own eyeballs

claw out your own veins 

rip out your own heart. 

...You should be friends with them. 

Then they won't do anything awful to you. 

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This poem was written for entertainment, please don't call me crazy. Just trying out different genres of writing.