Dear Demons, 

My soul has expired,

With wounded veins

And guarded values.

You may not push me,

Or fight me without reason. 

Without timings of guilt

My heart rebuilds the 

Shatters of the once 

Damaged remains. 

Burning the memories

Of a simply delicate 

Selected mind.

Gaining knowledge of 

Reigning power against

The immensely venomous

Bane of my own.

Brought upon by the 

Crooked teeth of the

Poisonous monsters that

Lie in the shadows

Beneath the surface of

What was once a greatly 

Underestimated aura. 

No, you may not touch

The only perfected aspect

Of the patterned 

Sheet that covers the 

Eyes of my wounded 


In this instant, 

I present to you the 

Vigorous ending of 

Our lucid relationship. 

In this instant, 

I release you from 

Your grasps upon my 


This poem is about: 
Guide that inspired this poem: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741