I'M My Own Prisoner (Revised In Line Form And Viewable) Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A demon walks free in my dreams.
Is it right he does so?
So many answers I shall never know.
Always alone in surroundings so compounding.
How do I wash my hands clean?
They continuously bleed.
It's like I have sickle cell anemia, but psychologically.
What is my methodology behind it all?
If I keep helping reaching out through all the crowds, does it make it easier? What is it and do I control it?
Is love that powerful.
Can it rule hate?
Can anyone relate to the these thoughts I constantly contemplate.
An empty soul behind an iron gate.
Locked away forever never be set free.
It's irony that I'm my own prisoner to protect the most evil and vile from harm. Most can't do what I'm doing they would snap like itty bitty twig.
Does that make me the better man?
I definitely hope it can cause if it don't I'm already damned.