Anxiety-updated

I have deep anxiety

I shared demented thoughts

That are so very private to me.


I'm dark and light

My soul twisted and uptight

Some thoughts should never see the light.


I am a gentle being

Who hears demonic fantasies

They won't leave me alone, unless I appease them sexually.


Giving in and entertaining idea's

That will never see the light of day

I'm not the aggressor,


In these perverted dreams but the victim

What is it in me that attracts

The demonic hoarde?


My soul laid waste

Weak and broken

They must love the way I taste.


A light soul torn

Darkness feeding me from it's breast

I fight but my will is ravaged.


Is it the beast in me

Or do demons roam free

In my psychotic psyche?