The sun is bright as I awaken today,
Damn this blue sky and bright light.
I use my inkwell to write the sun away,
Blacker than pitch, now everything’s alright.
The smell of fear arises as everything darkens.
Sweet scents of pain ripple the air.
I hear its breathing and I know it harkens,
I know of it’s power and beg it to share.
It’s hooks grip my flesh and tear me apart,
And bare my tiny shriveled soul.
It shudders as it eats my heart,
I revel in the pain and i know my role.
A demon to some but an angel to others,
A man whose pain you can see.
But if i had my druthers,
There’d be no demon, no world, no me.