Demons

Slowly the demons
crawl through my body,
scratching their way
to the surface..
Until all I can feel
(the chaos inside)
tries to manifest itself
on the surface.
Wishing I could scream,
let it burst out in the surface,
or let it sink through the water
until it all just leaves.
An attempt to drown out my miseries
in wine and reveries
only lasts until the room
quits it’s spiraling motion,
which entraps me in the abyss
full of those demons
that just won’t leave.
The scars on the surface
may show it to the world,
but the inner turmoil rages
and with just one last sip,
I fall into the blackened dream.