Demon Hope

Written by: Jillian Veitenheimer

Our inner demon, 
Which binds us to life. 
Caressing our mentality, 
And blinding our senses, 
Rebuiliding after destruction, 
Light in the dark, 
A hand held, 
A life saved. 
As it grows, 
We become weak, 
Oblivious, 
And illogical. 
It drains our negativity, 
To the point of idiocacy, 
Its sweet kiss, 
An addiction of our mortality, 
Gently laying us down, 
In the nest of wish. 
It covers up the murder scene, 
And dumps the body of truth, 
Deep in the sea of forgetfulness. 
We crave its touch, 
Let it rape our thoughts. 
Letting it seep the entirety of our soul, 
Possessing our freedom. 
It is our inner demon, 
Which binds us so tightly to life. 
Lose it, 
Lose life, 
It is our inner demon, 
Which binds us forever to life, 
It is our key essence, 
Our secret to living. 
It is our inner demon, 
Which binds us to life, 
It is our moral weakness. 
It is the demon,  
Hope.