Erin B. H.
The Weakness Feeder - Poem by Erin B. H.
The devil lives within us, every last one
Weather or not he shows in us is up to you
For some people he is all you see
In other people he comes out every now and then
For what he will do when our weaknes' show
We give him the power to take over
Then, for those people that do not let him show,
He lives deep within them
Where nobody can see
Waiting, for that moment that might never come
He thrives over our weakness
Feeds off of our pain, our tears
He watches and ruins the people around you
Hoping that he can make them get to you, make you like them
Waiting for you to fall into the fire of hell
Peer Pressure? His Evil Work.
Drugs? Your weakness, His Power
Sex? Makes you weak and vulnerable
Alcohol? Makes you lose your senses
He just waits til' you give in and go for the cheese in the trap
Sure you might get the cheese
But what happens after its gone?
Your eventually going to be hungry for it again
Just like that he has you in his grasp
That one moment of passion, desire, weakness
Your trapped, you can't get out of it
Unless you fight him and have the strength to win
usually, when you fight the devil, you lose
You might when the battle
But what about the next?
Did you learn from the last?
Maybe you did, But you will eventually come across another weakness
Don't let him win.
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