Tonight I will sleep with my daemons by my side. Within my dark heart is where they will usually go to hide. There is absolutely nothing left of what was once me. My daemons are curious in the way of how they will never leave me be. There is too much insight for me to see from within. There is not enough clarity for me to know where to begin. It really no longer matters. I find it interesting how most things in life soils, rots, or sours. Can you hear them? Those screams are coming from the inner summonings of my divine nature. My inner summoning’s screams are the hymns of my infernal overture. There are not many things which life left by my side. I thought you would be one of them but I could not decide. Your memories still remain trapped within. It seems I have wasted my life away after yours as I have lived within the ultimate sin. This is why my daemons sleep with me by my side. This is why my life has become a place in which only I can hide. My daemons keep me company just as they keep me safe from my inner burn. Under my flesh the memories of you continue to live within me and it is you for which I yearn.
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I Know You Do
It is these hollow mornings that will definitely eat you alive. In one solid bite. In one solid swallow. Those softly creeping footsteps you keep hearing coming from behind you, those footsteps are the sound of uncertainty coming to pay you a visit. An old friend who would like to remind you of your life and of your past. As though you do not have enough remnants of your past haunting you on a daily basis, uncertainty wants to make sure you absorb it fully, wholly, and completely. All of it. Every tiny morsel. Family and friends are also laughing at you. They never could understand your thought process, let alone anything which makes you who you are. The voices are grading and intruding upon one’s consciousness; violating the serenity wanting to bloom from within. No one could ever understand me, but I know you do. At least you act as though you do.
Some Type of Reasoning
If you feel as though you keep hitting a brick wall in life, then there must be some type of reasoning existing behind the wall. Sometimes circumstances exist to protect you, not to hinder your progress moving forward in life. Where does this protection come from? Perhaps a holy guardian angel, also known as an inner daemon? There is no exact threshold in which this knowing can fully be attained. Sometimes there will exist periods within one’s life, which simply needs to be lived through.
An Everlasting Tone
It is not that I do not care, it is more of having put caring on pause. It is as though life is a movie I am watching, and I can pause it anytime I choose, simply to take a restroom break. Yeah, you’re right; it is pretty much shit all the way around. I should have listened to you from the beginning. I never did listen, as I have always wanted to figure out things (life) out on my own, and for myself. Sometimes it works out; sometimes it doesn’t. Does it really matter? None of it ever did, and I am beginning to recognize it now, as I was not able to do so before. What makes a bell ring at the specific tone in which it does? It is obviously due to the way that specific bell is shaped. Well, do you think you and I ring within specific tones, in accordance to the way you and I are shaped? I am still ringing-out from those choices and decisions. An everlasting tone, which still haunts my mind. The ringing is so loud, so abrasive, it makes my inner demons hide within their own shadows. Could you imagine? What a fucking waste of time; hiding within the shadow of your own shadows. It’s okay though; time is the only thing you can waste, when one has completely lost their mind, and everything that comes within it.
G.G. Kalfas 