A Cold nights tossing, and turning on this stiff ass bed.
Yet all the demons I chase all are in my own head.
Being feed by negatively to do some very awful things.
It has no claw, nor teeth, it doesnt smell of some rancid feast.
It's a demon I cannot fight with a sword, and shield to defeat.
Because this demon I speak of is actually just me.
I cannot counter myself like a normal seige.
As my own body wages a war on it self it tries to defeat.
This ghost I chase cannot be seen yet stand before me clear as day.
All I can say is it fester inside me like a plant, or fungus.
In the end it is us that leads to our own demise if a clutch is seized.
As we see many enemies along the way in destiny.
None is worst then the sins of our own transgression we cannot forgive.....
So let go and live for some stuff is better released then held upon.
