Demons

You made me a demon

From a wound long open

You realize

And my memories

Skeletons of trees

What we see

Growing in size

Sweet like sugar

Lost in space

We were the ones being judged

They care too much

You touch the mirror and they do too

The fast cars

A lie

And I guess you're right

Has finally come for revenge

Even if that means nothing

When all of them are wrong

Goes their dinner

In what I'm writing

We all use controls

Life as you knew it

Cover her skin

That is completely real

Yet I'm still typing

Surrounds your lies

That a right number

And get rid of this lie

So laugh at my face

Grow out of sight

And you are as stupid

And diabetes and more

And some twitch or look away

A world of pollution

I have a pen name

I don't give a name anyway

What did I do?

Judging me

Even if I'm not

That was ever true to us

Well once you realize

There is nothing left to say

A figment of my imagination

We all just needed hope

So I thank all of you

You only really chose to help me

And neither one

And I will turn you in

And no one wonders where you are

And I hope you all live to grow old

That better days are

Guess what I forgive you.

Let me explain:

I took all of these from my poem book Demons and it was rough. Each line is the exact line in that one poem or the closest line to it. Each line is from a different poem. It isn't supposed to make sense.