The Demon Inside

I came to you with scars—wounds long worn.

You took me in, seeing another human.

You gave me shelter and together we laughed.

But the pain became too much!

I still held it in, allowing it to boil inside.

Alas, my laughter hid my true self. 

I’ve been told many times in life to speak—

To share my feelings rather than hold them in.

I took my sorrowful blade and sliced.

The wounds reopened, black blood pouring out.

I sat in it for a moment, 

Wondering who would dare come near.

Silence rang out in deafening tones. 

No one even thought to approach.

The thick black liquid climbed—

Higher up my form back to its place.

Fiery iron resealed the scar,

With an angry hiss, it was buried again.

Harsh words and denials offered.

You cursed me and shunned me—

You carved new scars upon my flesh. 

Black leather wings sprouted bare of feathers,

And two small horns pushed through my head.

Yet, you made me this. 

I came to you with scars—wounds long worn.

But the pain became too much!

I’ve been told many times in life to speak—

Wondering who would dare come near.

The thick black liquid climbed—

With an angry hiss, it was buried again.

You cursed me and shunned me—

Yet, you made me this.