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I’m covered by the dark,
and on my arms I carry the devils mark.
Shadows yelling and bubbling from within,
their torment makes me want to claw at my own skin.
Demons shriek in my ear and refuse to fade,
Their claws slicing into my skin like razor blades.
Blood trickles free as I gasp for God’s help,
my arm covered in the marks of hell.
It is not sorrow that causes their shouting,
it is self hate and self doubting.

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Steve Mcclellan

March 20, 2015 at 6:43 AM

We can bring our 'Demons' under control (we created them of course, and since we had the power to create them in the first place, we have the power to erase them). Circumstances, (with the intelligence of the human mind) give rise to these explorations of these darker elements - it's a process and a way of dealing with things in our lives. Everyone is different, there is no such thing as a perfect human being. We are the product of our genes, upbringing and our experiences. Steve

Steve Mcclellan

March 20, 2015 at 6:37 AM

Well I find that very sad. We all have self-doubt to some degree - rest assured that even those who appear to be the strongest have self-doubt although mostly this is hidden. It does manifest in different ways - with varying effect. I can put your mind at rest regarding Demons and such. They do not exist. The 'Demons' are of our own making as part of the way we are punishing ourselves. Steve