Feeding The Demons Poem by GoodGuy Lost

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my demons are hungry,
they seek my soul.
i thought id fed them,
emptied that dark bowl.
i thought id taken care,
to leave them nothing to eat,
but it seems,
that was not such an easy feat.

my spirit is angry, i cant control the flow,
of the burning hatred left below,
my heart screams, i thought id had more
will than this, enough to put that poor
man to rest, the man in my head,
the one always running, the one that forever fed
the demons, housed in shacks,
their homes in shambles, their victims on the racks.

my will was not enough apparently, to keep them at bay,
i tried so hard, to keep the hungry away.
i starved out a few, and fought on for more,
but then i realized the demons were at my core.
they made me who i am, the person that you see before you
i decided then, to let the demons through,
to feed them what they wanted, to give them all i had,
because, i suppose, feeding the demons doesnt hurt that bad.