In the Back Seat

Greed

I lay in my bed, clutching onto a pillow for protection
From what?
One of my most terrifying demons
I keep my door locked so he won't take what he wants
His greed and corruption in control of his body
Growing hungrier and hungrier with everything he sees
I keep my possessions close so he won't defile them with his filthy, alcohol-drenched hands
Some days he taps my shoulder, asking for money
I tell him I have nothing to give when my purse is full
Then late at night, he strikes and takes everything he can
This demon is the reason of my misery
For his lies
His mind
But most of all, his self-control

Every night he drinks and drinks, never taking a breath to slow down
Never stopping and thinking "won't this kill me?"
Never thinking of the ones who love him unconditionally
Never ashamed of the monster he's become
Neverending pain and hatred in his eyes
He lies to me and my guardian angel
Always saying there's no other woman
Always saying he'll get help
But never does.
I beg him to stop, but he never listens.
So it's his funeral.

This godforsaken demon is the one who doesn't know
That he is lucky to have his loved ones
Caring for him when he does nothing in return
I lay in my bed in fear,
Praying that he never comes in when no one's watching
And destroys my prized possessions
My sanctuary
My mind
My life.
His name?
Greed, one of my greatest adversaries.