A poem I wrote: Demons

[chaosmunky]

Every night they sit by my side
With claws and fangs, looking to rip into my sweet hide
Some hover like vultures in the warm desert sky
Looking at me like they want me to die
These demons that pester me so
Tug at my brain and never let go
They pick at my brain oh so much
Not harming my body, not one touch
Wondering if these demons that sit by my bed
Are nothing but figments lodged in my head
And if not real, what could they be
These are the demons trapped inside me

P.S.
Some of demons have gone. I really happy about that.