Locked away for form all to see,
is this demon inside of me.
Busting out, breaking free,
lashing out at you, at me.
Destroying all I see and feel,
desperately wanting but to kill.
This beast withing me cannot control.
Hurting all the wrong people.
I do not wish to hurt.
To destroy what it touches while roaming
the earth.
Planting it’s seed in all that I do.
Lashing out at me and you.
Resurfacing at all the wrong times,
this demon I speak of
is and has always been mine.
Uncontrollable as can be,
it always seems to get the better of me.
It’s power is immense,
destroying all that I see.
It’s ultimately planted inside of me.
Gary Farlow
