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It waits for you, like a juggernaut,
A mask of furry, and stinking of rot.
Waiting within the shadow and gloom,
You're sick with unease, you're feeling your doom.
It tastes your fear, so rare and divine,
Sadistically moaning, "you will be mine".
It wants you, your essence, your spirit, your soul,
It wants you, it needs you, your life to behold.
What creature is this, that cannot be named?
No one knows, it's not written, or from where that it came.
I had nothing in particular in mind when I wrote this, and I shared it with my friend when I was done, and she said that to her, it described "addiction" almost to a T.  I have been an addict for 10 years, clean for the last 6, and when she said that, I realized she was absolutely correct.

What do you think?
James Cracker Feb 2016
I am a inner demon hunter.
Hunting my inner demons.
But I am a sinner.
So there is a lot of demons to hunt.
I will never become unemployed.

This is a good business.
EtherealOmega Nov 2015
The ocean just before a storm..
These are the eyes of the one who keeps me warm.
The roll of thunder up above..
This is the voice of him who shows me love.
So many times my words I weave,
Yet somehow still he just can’t believe
That the best choice of my life I made last New Year’s Eve.

I know that things will never be smooth,
But his inner demons I will always try to soothe
Because my own lie quiet when comes near.
For with him I have no fear.
He makes me feel safe
For once in my life
As if no more can I be touched by strife.

So the storms that may come
Will never more make my heart a drum.
With him by my side all will be well
That I can already confidently tell.
For despite his fears
I’ll never bring him to tears.
With him I will pass the years
And this love in my heart will never disappear.
Yeah, yeah. Cheesy BS. I know, but sometimes I just get the urge to write things about my partners.
Sky Sep 2015
Welcome home, beasties
Welcome back to the rooms
that you've carved into the hollows of my brain.

Welcome home, beasties
I've missed the sounds
of you screaming and stomping.

Welcome home, beasties
I'm glad to welcome you back
to the thin water slides of my veins.

Welcome back, beasties
Did you learn the definition
of sarcasm while you were away?
Jesibell arz Mar 2015
These people are telling me awful horrid things, that I shouldn't pay attention to but   Thier words are so loud it causes my ears to ring.
I don't know what they want from me? they know their not welcomed into my humble abode, I most Likly lead them in when they witnessed my broken pieces being sewed. These people are evil hapiness is not in their agenda, thier mission is to destroy having people bow down and surrender.. I became one of the victims more than once. I've had suicidal thoughts and pushed away love; causing me to rip the wings off of doves.
Demons is what I call them, I can't even have a goodnights sleep, my dreams get disturbed by this late night creep.. The sun that once lived shining on me so bright, now causes me to pull down shades and hide from the light.
But this transaction does not go on for long, it only lasts until the unwanted guests are gone.
Get out!
Unpuresoul Dec 2014
I hate this feeling
But time and time again
This feeling is everything but appealing
I reach for a blade but what have I to gain

I feel sick; knotted stomach
For my demons are feeding
I try to think but my head it aches
I feel my emotions building; breeding

I hate this feeling
But this cage I wait
Ever so patiently waiting
for my demons to escape

*I whisper "Not again"
Ena Alysopriono Nov 2014
we are all trying to survive
to escape the hunter

except the predator is our mind
and the prey is our physical being
Colette Jun 2014
to completely say that,
i am strong,
would be a lie.

I bask in darkness,
hoping my demons would calm,
and that i wouldn't think of death.

darkness, fear and loneliness,
engulf me wholefully,
and i to submit in ordeal.

must i be like this?
to always seek comfort of blood and pain,
and to make me forget just a bit.

downing pills and alcohols,
taking a long drag of smokey puffs.
what more would pleasure me the thought of being free?

to seek myself in the dumps,
the bathtub that sees me more often than the garden,
to feel completely in a state of trance.

am i to still feel what my demons want?
am i still finding solace in the dark?

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