Demons in my heart,
And monsters in my head,
They must have crawled in,
When I went to bed.

They taunt me and tease me,
To finally give in,
They tell me to do things,
All the seven sins.

Pride, envy, lust, gluttony,
Anger, sloth and greed.
My best friends, Even Though my brain,
tells me to take heed.

I just want to give in,
To the voices in my head,
To let go of my worries,
Without being dead.

Its so easy to give in,
To have the easy way out,
No wonder corruption lies,
Its a thing I can't do without.

B** Bitter words are spilled across the page
I  Inciting an equally bitter response
T Taking us to places we don't want to be
C Causing animosity amongst once close friends
H Hate and vitriol spreading like a foul pestilence
I  Ignorance taking the place of understanding
N No more the poetic repartee of friends
G Gone now are the beautiful days