My demons.

A corner, the darkness, my demon does hide
My soul its solace, amongst blood she seeps
She tortures, she torments, she watches me cry
Her black. Her evil. Her demonic rests deep

Weak I am, to rid myself of her wrath
The truth is she comforts me, wipes my tears
The demon never leaves, forging my path
The creator of all misery, sadness and fear

Twisting, contorting all the good that’s inside
I push her away. I fight and I fail
In the end my secrets and poison she hides
My own darkness and misery beside her prevails

Holding my hand, through shadows she leads
Her anger, her rage, within me boils
This isn’t me, not who I am? I plead
Yet no reply, no compassion, inwards I recoil

In times of terror, my demon my only friend
Sick and twisted, I am chastised again
Sad, lonely, no longer will I pretend
The demon, she accepts me
This demon. My demon
My only friend

Author: Moonsomnia

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