He told me resentful tales of taking up arms to slay my demons
I had no demons before him
He was my demon
-gws
Demon
Category: Resentment
Poison
Your soul is bruised by the poison you drink from your own veins. -gws
Rancor
The hollow place where rot lives Where necrotic tissue festers Feverish and pestilent Slowly poisoning the soul Infecting every thought Corrupting hope Deforming relationships into twisted nightmares That only you can see through its distorted lens Leaving you rabid and snarling Snapping at everyone who gets too close Rageful and destructive Prompting you to strike out in all directions But you're only immolating yourself -gws
Telltale Rhythm
Goodbye skins A purchase that should have never been An excuse to see her Spend time with her A toy to placate her How I hated those drums With their telltale heart rhythm Tapping quietly in the corner You will not be missed -gws
Words Wishes and Wisdom 