Within
He lurks and prowls
Around every corner waiting,
I am an addict, an easy target,
So he waits salivating.
The demon tempts me
Everyday with persuasions
I’ve let the demon in with
My self inflicted lacerations.
Like a stray cat he returns to my door
For that’s where he feeds.
Screaming, pleading that one more fix
Is all that he needs
The stench of the undead consumes me
As he whispers in my ear,
Losing Gods will and relinquishing
To the monster is what I fear.
These whispers and temptations
I pray for the Lord to alleviate.
With every step in sobriety
Demon breathes the notion to deviate.
His frozen cold breath singes
And burns against my cheek
A feeling I combat every hour,
Everyday of every week,
From the time I rise till I lay down my head
This battle rages within.
For I am the demon, the demon is I,
So is it possible that I will ever win.
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