My body shivered
My skin turned pale
My spine quivered
Scratches all over by nails

The voices angry
Vouching for my life
Demons hungry
Ready with knives

Behind closed eyes
A hell appears
My soul terribly cries
Then it disappears

Sleepless horrific nights
The stirring voices and their lies
My soul painfully fights
Until my eyes open to the blue skies

Day becomes tiring
As night spent with lingering creatures
Hovering and firing
Cursing the healing preachers

I am a fighter
I've become stronger
Tho my body seems lighter
And nights have become shorter

The demons die of hunger
As they are out of feed
Coz I've controlled my anger
And that was their need

Fought this battle for a few years
Now my sleeps are good at night
My soul no longer fears
As my spiritual guardians are ready to fight...


©sim