The Demons I Carry

As the demons I carry weigh down on me heavy, shadowed and restless, they cling to my skin, a battle un ending both outside and in. Regrets with sharp teeth sink in my chest. While doubt grips my throat denying me rest. The anger ignites like a flame in my veins, feeding the fire of my unspoken pains. They live off my anger and suffocate my mind. They promise me power, but leave me confined. Guilt is a phantom that watches me weep, echoing voices that never will sleep. Fear is the chains wrapped around my soul, mocking my steps, taking control. They slither in silence, they howl in the dark; carving their sigils deep in my heart. With venomous whispers they twist every thought turning me into the monster they sought. They poison my kindness and shatter my grace they wear my features, my voice, my face. No priest alone can force them to leave. They’ve become my nature my blackened seed. But a whisper of mercy, the darkness won’t know, I call on the lord, so the devil will flee ,for christ alone holds victory. Jesus wept, he felt my pain, he bore the cross, he took my shame. The demons within will deceive me and lie but Jesus will come, redemption nigh.