Erupting Emotion

Damaging Demons

*This is about dealing with addiction.

Dirty, dangerous, demons

Dance deliriously in your head.

They twist and turn like silky, sneaky snakes,

As soon as you enter your bed

You feel as though you're in hell

As the fatal,flames lick your sluggish skin.

You try to scream and yell

But no one can hear,

Your desperate cry for help.

You try to fight the darkness, but you fear

It is too late.

There is nothing your weak, weightless body can do

But wait and wait,

For the dirty, demons to slice your stolid soul

One careful cut at a time,

So you will never be whole.

You try to stand with all you're might

But your body is an inflated balloon, with nothing left.

Your eyes savagely seek the luminous light

But you have no luck.

Either you take another drink

Or you're a sitting duck.

The dirty,dangerous,demons will always win

Even if you decide,

To throw the bleeding bottle into the bin.

Their fire will always burn inside you

Whether you stop or give in,

Its feverish flame will always affect everything you do.

So as your battered body begins to shut down

You have to decide,

Do you want to fight or leave your family and town

Forever?