The demon controls me in every possible way.
Claws scorching and scratching my wrist as he tightens his grip on me.
When I fight, his voice sweet as nectar drowns out the muffled begging
Of my last innocent cell trying to break free.

But this demon is a clever one, he outwits me once again.
He leads me down deeper into his darkness, a tender hold on my hand,
Whispering comfort, and promises of ecstasy in the world below.
My blood boils in a fiery desire that not even a God could withstand.

My demon always gets what he wants. And I’ll forever listen.
As we dance in the invisible light I am comfortable in his arms.
The reality of the darkness engulfs me as he serenades me into unconsciousness.
My body once again claimed victim to my addiction’s evil charm.

A fight with my biggest demon,
Addiction,
Its consumes me, mind, body,
And soul,
A fight within my self,
That only seems to subsume with the demon its self,
Only to cause doom,
Pain,
And shame,

From outer to inner,
And flesh to bone,
It takes over me,
And swallows me whole,

A battle to fight,
For the rest of my life.

I have a demon
He follows me everywhere
I have a demon
He consumes me with emptiness and he doesn't even care
I have a demon
Do you know what the worst part is?
My demon loved me, not so very long ago
and I think I still love him