Poetry scraps
Scraps of mediocre poetry
Demon, Demon
demon, demon you’ve been knocking at my door I cannot take my eyes off you or you’ll shake me to my core
demon, demon I’ll sleep with one eye open afraid of what you’ll bring tomorrow nothing’s what I’m hopin’
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feeling like the days will just never seem to end
not enough energy, never time to play
“never ending mystery,” people just pretend,
“what can we ever do? ain’t another way”
thought it would be easy, but now my youth is over
bank account gone negative, check if my mattress’ spent
tv says prosperity, but I don’t even know her
clocked in and I’m checked out, ain’t even making rent