I sit here in my self made prison
Cold, dark walls of stone go high above my
line of sight
An old solid wooden door my only way in or
its lock, long cobwebbed over
my room filled with blackness that seems to
come from within and surrounds me like a
My only light through my dark world is from
a small barred window high above
My only link with the world outside
My only vision of day or night.
Oh but don't despair for me in this self built
hell hole. For I am not alone
I have my Demon for company.
I don't see him, I don't need to. I have his face
etched in my mind.
I hear his hissing voice as he draws me in with
his banter of doubt, fears and no self belief.
I smell his vile breath as he leans in to whisper.
Each word tearing at my heart and my soul
shriveling them into dried, useless,
wasted parts of what once held me together.
My demon seldom leaves me
when he is not working his words as daggers
to tear at my flesh,
He watches and gloats at my misery and
oh.... the words I hear him hiss, burn my
"You're not worth any of this, let yourself go,
find my peace"
His laughter echoes through these walls.
I fall to my knees and hold my head, my ears,
I don't want this and he knows it, senses it.
"I can feel your lack of will, I am your
"I can make all of this go away"
His words a sickening hissed song.
I have faith within me, that I will be a much
better person then the one who kneels
dejectedly before a demon of my own making.
I must come back stronger or
I am one of the damned.