Demons In My Head Poem by N.K. Trevor

There are church bells, hammers,
Cymbals and gongs-all in my head;
At once they clang and an intense ache
Begins to resonate within the walls of my head,
Like fire-flies,
These legions are trapped inside my head...
They steal me glances,
Yet they cannot tell why I have lost my head
Because these demons in such muddle,
Do not scream in theirs but only within my head.

And when they do not howl and scream
Like possessed owls and hogs inside my head;
They squirm like burnt vipers-
And hiss like rattles within my head…

These berserk demons in my head,
They are disguised under veils of hope`
Where, they have deviously mutated
Into an apathy daubed with hope
They perform these rituals in my head;
To comminate all my remnants of hope-
Of my mortal existence-

And to escape these demons from mind,
The grim reaper has drawn me a maze of hope-
A puzzling maze,
A stream that has its estuaries
Flowing home; to the underworld I hope;

These specters, these legions, these wraiths
From my past have risen from the dead;
To paint a picture of me, inside my head-
And not just an eerie picture of me-
Disturbed or in a disarray; but dead

And I in vanity, can no longer tell
If they are trapped inside my head,
Or I in theirs, as we are one now; both dead...
Them, from the afterlife living in my head-
And I, an empty shell; barely walking dead.
Not unless- well, I am in purgatory
And this is but a transition of me;
Half living and half dead.