I won't let the
demon in me beat
you to the ground
but when you let me
show my wings–the
white ones I mean–
I will not hold back
the energy, the magnitude,
or the will that those
wings wish to–fly.
"Fly higher"
I'll say, bring it
to the top.
Because the day
you learn a lesson, I'll
finally be free.
The demon shows
me where you wish
to kill but he
doesn't have a care
in the world to
keep you sane.
He releases his
secrets to show you pain.
Here,
there,
where,
now.
The wings are black
now, turning to ash.
You wish to brawl
but we may
fall
for the demons schemes because
white is not his
color.
Loud, soft, he doesn't
choose. He let's you
run for nothing gives
him joy.
About the Creator
Nonnah Fain
My muse is mental health. I get a high off of writing. I write about everything, we are all walking stories.
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