Contessia, Friends of Guest House, April 30, 2020

When I look within I see

The deepest part of my conscious.

I see the Twisted thoughts.

The Monsters that keep me up.

Screaming late into the night.

I want to understand the intricate, fragile design of my mind.

I want to hear my Demons.

Whispering in my ear.

I want you to hold my hand.

As they tear me apart.

So I don’t feel alone.

Even in the Dark.