I harness darkness in my soul.
Unto what end? I do not know.
A monster lives within my mind
Quite frankly he’s not very kind
To release or to unveil
The monster likely will prevail
Of this how could I possibly know?
I’ve heard his screams and of his woes.
Like tasty bait upon a hook
Fear lures him from his hellish nook
Self destruction marks his wake
A hefty toll his vengeance takes
His weapon unimaginable hell
I won’t release him from his cell
Afraid I am, to set him free
The fear it paralyzes me
Deep within these catacombs
My creativity makes its home
It’s guarded by the demon’s guile
Released, but only once a while
The monster, he controls me here
He feeds on my relentless fear
I cry because he tells me to
I laugh in hopes of breaking through
I often curl up in a ball
To simply stare at my cell wall
Survival is my destiny
Because I know I’ll never be free
Meantime, I’ll create when so allowed
From way beneath the darkened shroud
Perchance the demon falls asleep
I’ll share the beauty of the deep.