My demons within do not normally show
but when they do you'll definitely know.
They fight over my soul so pure
knowing it is there only cure.
The cure to there hate
the cure to there fate.
Their fate is eternal
they must become external.
These demons within must be gone
hopefully before the end of dawn.
I begin to slumber and then start to wonder
all my minds thoughts I start to plunder.
My thoughts turn to a dream
my dream flows like a stream.
In my dream I see my most fearful demon
he looked like he was from oblivion.
His skin was black as night and his eyes red with anger
I immediately felt in terrible danger.
In my dreams I hear
I hear the screams of fear.
They scream because they fear the torture
the torture before the rapture.
The fight between heaven and hell
round one at the bell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem