I fell on my knees to pray, found a demon in my safest haven.
Hideous deformation of some craved being from which I’m fleeing.
Footsteps behind me, torture my mind, wondering if a remedy I’ll find.
Doesn’t matter where I am, this monster still finds me, inside me is he.
Screaming, smashing my head on the bricks, cause I’m so strong yet weak.
Can’t kill what I can’t find, but I’ve still found something I can’t kill!
Claws, they dig into my flesh, I’m tormented each day, slowly wasting away.
Enemies, all around, but I’ve got one deep inside, just one – who’s almost done.
God, how do I get this demon out? It’s driving me insane, cause I’m a dying man.
It’s choking the life out of me, from inside out, filling me with doubt.
I went looking for the enemy, found him already in.
Story behind the poem:
The greatest enemy that we face is ourselves. Sometimes it’s like there’s this demon inside who just won’t get out. Forget about the enemies outside, we’ve got one inside, ourselves, and that’s more than enough to bring us down.