|Acrylic on four separate canvasas|
DaemonsI have my daemons, like most men -Daemons by ChildoftheBeat
Hateful, needy, seedy, spiteful things (they are) -
WANT! WANT! they scream, softly in my ear,
Insidious, cunning, toxic like the substances they push;
Sometimes I weaken, and I listen;
I devour the blood soaked flesh, greedily,
Even though I smelled the charring flesh, nauseating, or
Defile my airways and my blood with artificial hideaways -
For the peace from daily toil and worry these provide,
Release from self-constructed prisons for my mirth.
The same streets come into view (the same faces)
I tell myself this time I won't succumb, but I already know -
The hours I will waste, the excuses I will find tomorrow;
Chasing after friendship, love (that I will not want tomorrow).
I have my daemons, you see -
Tearing me from the light;
I sit, silently, guilt-ridden and I cry.