Dead Demon

Finally I have shut the dying demon out, closed that dreadful door without a tear cried I’ve tied your hands behind the back that broke me, that choked the living from my drowning soul and stole the truth that became my lies. New eyes observe through your tilted blurred gaze, through your troubled ways of time spent squandered as I close my shaking hands around your throat I devote your last toxic breath to spirit alone, smell the cologne of what once absorbed me and feel your death free a forgotten once found. I courted you with false love for far too long, sharpened your poisoned prong with a weak mind a weak body, a weak heart inclined to break as though your tasteful liquid I drank with need my need to bleed… words of delusive wisdom I spoke with pride and married you, my bride, my joy…my destroy. I hear the people whispering I will take you back, whimpering like a desperate dog for affection an obsession gripped by the paths I’ve walked by the trash I’ve talked with a tongue drunk a double bunk that split me in two, but that wasn’t me…that was you that choked the living from my drowning soul and stole the truth that became my lies. New will, new intention, I have nothing to prove, the meaning of life – I’ve been moved through as I let you go down to die a deserved death my spirit is at rest, January 9, 2011 this is the day I chose sobriety… the day I chose to live in heaven.