dark artist

 
I can't deny the presence of my demons
they are real
they've been with me since childhood
shadowing my steps
walking inside me
 
I keep them on a tight leash
there is a limitless darkness within me I can wield
all it takes is a trigger
and they attack viciously  
 
I control them
though I don't own them
they have free will
and personal imaginations
when they feel I am threatened
they reveal their fangs
and go for the throat
 
they know individual weaknesses  
they see with inhuman eyes
I don't know what they know
but they whisper secrets to me
I do my best to not listen
it's when I'm weakest I release them fully
 
anger is a trigger
then it's all I can do to keep them restrained
they slipped the noose
using me as their tool
to eviscerate a bully
with such a cruelty, even he didn't deserve
 
the darkness is always with me
I do my best not to tap into it
my buttons were pushed
and the fallout is dreadful