The demon that feeds us fears and lies
Has set obstacles in front of our eyes
Knowing that we can’t face them alone
Knowing that our body can become its home
Feeling our pain is what feeds the beast
And we let him sit and have his feast
As we cry ourselves to sleep
He knows that’s the best time to creep
Knowing he is doing his job well
Surely we will all end up in hell
If we let the beast inside us sit
The beast will never choose to quit
Feeling the crazy winds from storm
His embrace felt so very warm
When he told me the storm was him
The ocean of sin started to rise
and it became harder to swim.
The Parasite
I wrote this poem back in my junior year of high school. I'm not really sure why I wrote it. Some things just come to me, I guess...
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