My All
Inner Demons
Curled up
like a helpless child
My mind in battle
with the plaguing Demons
I am not strong enough
too weak, helpless
No longer can I
fight for my sanity
The Tension, unbearable
My Soul, devoid of light
Spears piercing my heart
voices splitting my mind
Alone in a Black alley
I hear Rumbles near.
Is it my mind slipping
or is their someone here?
Falling into a vortex,
slipping, losing the struggle.
Weary, so very weary
from fighting, constant fighting
Sacred circle broken, am
I to succumb to my demons?
Daniel Huron `00