It's the demon inside me,
and the imp on my shoulder
in my head it is residing -
with each day my heart becomes colder
it may live in my brain,
but it grew from my heart
there the roots remain,
destined to tear me apart
Cancerous and malignant,
slowly it is killing me
nebulous yet repugnant,
the malice is filling me
the dark churning storm,
brews thunder in my chest
lust - hate - greed and scorn,
like water in a storm, consume all the rest
like water in the storm of life,
it inimically consumes all those around
it too is sharp like a knife,
separating man without a sound
gouging troughs in the flesh of the earth,
so destructive!
it is the base upon which man stands so sure -
it manipulates and instructs us!
