Demon inside

black earwax
black alveoli
black like my soul
black monster inside me
make my eyes roll

The Demon Poet

Nightmares are rare for me but somehow
My mind battled a demon last night
Who could barely write himself sane

He kept swaying
Bashing me up against walls
But never collapsing my soul
Or drawing blood into me with his pen

I stayed immortal but there is no denying
That finally he cut me
And left elongated marks down my shoulder
While whispering

                                    I know you


And i died on the inside for a second
Because only God knows me
But it seems this demon knows the depths of everything
As if he is a Poet
And I his battered Inspiration

I inspire him to kill
Every time i spit rhymes into the atmosphere
With this mouth of mine that tries not to lie
About who I am

The demon laughs at me as I awake
And find him still at my bedside
Whispering poetic truths i wish not to hear

He slips into my mind this time
Reciting rhymes about stopping time
And murderous  deeds in my poetry

He sighs and turns the page backwards on the script
Reciting everything i have ever said in poetry to me
Just by saying

I wish to be set free
                   
                   
                 I adore the way you look at me


I wish suicide was an honorable thing

             
                      Can God be listening


Where is peace

               
                    Can I destroy my demons


And what of all these heathens

               
                      And gods of pagan mythology


Who seem to like whispering to me