HE

He comes to me in the silence

breaking concentration, taking aspirations

and making me feel violent.

He speaks to me when I'm down

or when I need or when I bleed.

Makes me feel like I'll drown.

Hate, self-loathing, fear, death.

It seems the things inside my dreams

are coming to life and are all that's left.

The music doesn't always stop the game,

nor does the television always stop the pain.

He stays in my brain. At times, I fight to no avail,

stuck living in this tailor-made hell.

ITS ME.

My negative thoughts and feelings,

somehow embodied in my dreams,

in my thoughts and insecurities.

My dark side almost brought to life

to combat the strife and things that I hide.

A dark side that makes me powerful enough to fight.

A side that is selfish, rageful, far from the light.

And he wants to take over and make me him….again.

Which is the me that is willing to give in to sin.

Give in to hatred. Give in to Rage. Give in to fear.

Be on guard, ready to destroy anything near.

Ready to fight for my life at any time or any place.

Ready to prove that I'm strong, and powerful this way.

He drinks until he drops everyday of his life,

he punches walls, bangs his head on doors, trying to fight

trying to push himself to be the greatest and have it known by all.

He could have been the greatest, his actions made him destined for a fall.

My actions. His actions. We are one in the same.

I was him for a period of time and should take the blame.

I can't give in, He doesn't think about whats best.

He doesn't know how to function in life or pass the tests

set out by God or fate or the universe or whatever you believe,

he doesn't see the things that civilized people see.

So I thank him for the strength that he's brought out of me,

when I was him, he made me see the things that I could be,

and strive for perfection, for a moment, I believed in me.

But he's not needed anymore. I believe on my own, now. His time has passed.

It's my turn to live, demon, say good-bye and breathe your last.