skellitons
line at my bed as i sleep
peacefully
undesturbed in hypocracy
i watch people waste in size
become hallow shell of flesh and muscle
turn into bone
and turn to say i deserve more
every wake less sorrow ive caused
and yet i have the audacity to say
i deserve better
im not better than the demons i fear
the ones that rest in my bed
when the skellitons take their rest
shattered sould and haunted broken vases
clouds my eyes with crystal clear salt water
i deserve no better than the skellitons that wait for me at the end of my bed
and the demons that wait for when they are put to rest.
©danikadani
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