Demons

My demons know me, they know where to hurt. They quietly tighten their grip on the soul of the man under my shirt. They think that this evil is something I fear. They think that it’s easy to create and control my tears. But age makes a difference between a boy and a man. Age creates walls that protect and can never fall down. So I say to the demons trying to sway the small good and belief in my heart. Find easier prey to turn against the beauty of light. Find easier fools to turn to the cravings of the dark night. Find easier game to play to win from the start. Because I promise when I come over I’ll find you and tear you apart.