SHEETS OF ROSES

~Amanda~

Sheets of roses 
climb on a wall of terror.
Inside your mind,
the thorns pierce your soul like daggers.
Demons to horrid to describe,
play inside your head.
You try to fend off the demons,
but only end up killing yourself instead.
No one sees.
no one hears.
Your cries of relief of dying.
Except the one in the moon.
I see and weep.
There are some in this world like those.
People call them crazy lunatics,
because inside their minds, 
they picture people as demons.
Maybe we should listen, 
because we are the only demons 
this world has to offer.

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