Do your demons play?
Do they pick at your looks, make you insecure and tell you the wrong things to say?
Are they very loud?
Or are they just a whisper, floating in the background, barely making a sound?
Are they your friends?
Do they tell you you're beautiful, strong, smart and better than everybody else?
Do they give you lust?
For the body of others, the sweat of sin and the feeling that you must?
Do they make you cry?
In the middle of the night, with no understanding of why?
Do they push onto you greed?
Never having enough, always needing more, and taking from those in need?
Do they pass to you rage?
Your mood unpredictable, your fists hard, as in unneeded fights you engage?
Are your demons strong?
Stronger than you? Do you always do what's right, never wrong?
Do your Demons speak true?
Do you need to fight them?
Or are they you?
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Darkest Nights|| Poetry And Prose
PoetryI'm sure you understand what this means. A collection of various Poetry and Prose, written by yours truly. All have a hint of darkness to them.
