The Demon (1)

The demon is here, it's presence
evil and cold.
It hides among the shadows
it made in my mind, called home.
It quietly tears me apart
when i'm whole;
Whispering lies into my ears,
making it worse to keep fighting, going.

But it wasn't always like this.
Before i had life;
bright and innocent.

Now a constant war full of strife,
ending soon with a stab of a knife.