The blades call them
Like magnets they attract them
Magents that conjure them out
From the depths
Of my mind

Where with weak fingers
And shaky arms
I have feebly attempted
To shove them back
Into the ever growing darkness

Into the darkness that grows
With every skew glance
And shattered friendship
With every person
Who no longer speaks to me
And every look into the mirror
With every break 
That left me wondering
Where to go
With every time
I see their happiness
Me excluded

This is the place where
My weak attempts at murder failed;
My weak attempts at recovery.
This is the place of their dwelling

For they are my demons
They are immortal
They are indestructible
They feed off of me
Slowly sapping my happiness
And attempts at happiness
Swallowing it
Digesting it
Until there is nothing
But the sound of them
Regurgitating it
Only now it's no longer happiness
It comes back
In the form of self hatred
And cuts
Only to be discovered
And realized
When they lose their grip on me
Momentarily
I can see the light
Momentarily
I understand how it's bad
But not long after
The have me again
They have me in their clutches
Slowly dragging
Slowly pulling me by the ankles
With my nails screeching on the floor
My hands
Trying desperately
To find grip
To find something to hold on to
But alas
They are too strong
They are my demons
And the only way to kill them
Is to kill me