Feeding My Demon

From my anima Spiritus Mundi

I’m not the saint

they envision

I feed my demons

in the dark of night

Keeping it all together

is their religion

I’m done

trying to make it all right

I search for

the goddess within

to join me

To help me

escape my personal hell

to break these

chains of eternity”

Come tempt me

my personal angel

Whimper in my ear

How much you desire my touch

Tell me of your hunger

Of the lust

You can't fathom to hush

Then feel the wetness

That you create

As your body surrenders

to our darkest fantasies