What do You need?
What do You desire from me?
These demons still sit beside me
Haunt the halls I walk through
Knowing, each time I step in
They will be there
And there will be pain, always

Here I sit
I don’t know how
To face the howling echoes of these past traumas
There’s so much
So much shit and darkness
Overwhelming me
Grabbing me by the hand
They want You
They want Your soul
Holding on is their only goal
I’m saddened by this fact
Devastated
I wish they all would get it

With some pain

Ian Altosaar


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