There is a demon standing right in front of me Deep within my solar plexus it has placed stings. Either side of my centre of inner conviction it resides. I encounter life through the skin of the opaque evil. To see properly I have to strain my eyes. To feel properly despite the constant stinging of fear I must be still. Sometimes, I must be still for days. I give the demon a name, I call it out loud. You, enemy of mine are disguising yourself. You pretend to be my integrity but you are really pride. You decipher yourself as preservation. I know your name is death. You, who linger in my biological thought processes, I see. You, who ties yourself into my feelings like a dirty ribbon, I see you. You knots may be plentiful and tight, but I will untie them. With the help of the people who carry truth as their ally I will untie you. I will set you free. Demon, that lives within me, you have taken my own name, You have even tried to claim my face but you have none. Without a form, a body or energy of your own. I will not allow you to use mine, I never have only you have been hidden. You are hidden no longer and if you should hide again, I will find you.
Posted on: Mon, 23 Sep 2013 21:21:00 +0000
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