Skin & Bones

I'm staring at the demons in my head,

Thousands of faces decorated in red.

Like a boiling cauldron of spite,

Their echoes reverberate throughout the night.

No walls can contain their might,

So powerful it brings me to fright.

I stand my ground and battle on,

Though each step I take, I'm ever so done.

I raise my fist and dig a hole,

Trying to neutralize the chaotic toll.

I sense the tension and feel the fear,

Yet I'm trying to hold back my tears.

Trembling, I take a deep breath,

Ready to confront the dark faces of death.

I shake off the dread and throw my fist forward,

Persistent in my fight to vanquish the hoard.