There's nothing worse
than feeling transparent
In a world
that stigmatizes
the thoughts


**that radiate from the dark.

I am my own demon.
I fight fire with angst.
The cracks on my skin
are testaments to the
complexities within my soul.

I am my own demon.
Pushing against the currents of my mind,
The ripples of my brain
crash against the creases of my being.

You are my demon,
tugging at the bottom of my feet.
Reeling me in,
ever so deep.

So when the bee comes to buzz,
and the mosquito plagues conscience,
I will once again--
ignite the demon within.

The feelings are all too familiar,
as if the first time was practice.
The fear of pain.
The pain of insanity.
The sound of the drum beating to wither away
the final moments of a healthy heart.  

I cannot believe I am here again.