My demons

My demons are many
they love to tear at my soul
with claws and fangs trying so
hard to steal my energy and powers

I can keep them at bay, but every
now and again when I let my guard
down that's when they want to come
out and play.

Whips and chains cut as they strike
my skin, tearing at my flesh, ripping
out the meat.

They feed on the powerless and depressed

How do I keep these demons away?
With pure heart, mind and soul, with
love not hate and don't ever take their
bait.