My writing style changes with my mood and my mood changes often…. Here is something I wrote today … It’s called “It”

It whispers in my ears
And focuses my eyes.
Breaths into my lungs
And gets between my thighs.
It crawls beneath my skin.
It silences my cries.
It judges from within
The existence it denies.
And it won’t let you in
But that is no surprise
And I will not be free
Until the demon dies

So I slipped my blade beneath
My skin where it resides
And as the blood dripped to the floor
I began to realize
That in my hand the demon smiled
As it began to rise
And force that blade much further in
As it awaited my demise

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