Visiting Demons

When I visit demons
it’s a confrontation
they appear
to initiate humiliation

Demons circle around me, make their way in
at the core of my being, a critic begins
with rage in their wake, and the trouble they make
I'm liable, creating, my stupid mistakes
all vile evil smiles, demon’s gather round while
I quiver, and wretch, run away? It's futile!

They harrass and provoke me, agonised smiles
'...despicable creature, now we’ve got you close we’ll
slash your thoughts to shreds, analyse you to death
arouse pure delusion, flood you with dread!'
Those demons get going, coerce my emotions
I cry ‘...yes I’ll die, now just leave me alone!’

No, they’re not finished yet, never let me forget
my transgressions, failed lessons beyond consciousness,
things between me and me, that I hope no one sees...
Yes, they conjour them visible, vibrant, set free
dark and clandestine, to the highly divine
Demons whisper no end, pierce the sphere I call mind

Demons shake me and wake me, promise to break the
abject component that makes up my psyche
where nobody helps ‘...Oh my God is this hell?’
though I don’t get it yet, I’ve just rung a bell.
I hear it again, ‘...Oh no, God stop the pain'

'OH MY GOD!’

Glad I’ve found you!

You’ve saved me,
again.