Hearts house many things
Not all are fluffy dreams.
Some are the darkest beings
Demons dressed as sheep.
They dwell in broken children
Crying into the night.
Answering prayers for vengeance
Their darkness can only spread.
Bullies’ words are their weapons
Weighted like sharp boulders.
Lashing out in violence
These demons scar another’s life.
The blackest of evils
help those who cannot rise
Not with encouragement
But knives dressed as lies.
Sharpened by daily suffering
They seek out their vicious prey.
If only kind words were cheap
They might help save a life.
But hey, we’re only human
And we all live in various strife.
Kember's Journey 