Our Demon

Somethings will feed the demon within,
It'll climb and climb and resurface again.
'Cause it won't stop until it grasps hold,
Of our body and then take our soul.
As it takes over in its new shell,
We then try and try to break its spell.
But this demon,is hard to kill,
For it never falls once and will keep drinking its fill.
Once on our wrath,
Twice on our greed,
It will keep going for this is its feed.
Thrice on glutton,
Four times on pride,
Until we're left with nothing to confide.
Five times on envy,
Six on our lust,
Its sharp fangs are like a dagger being thrust.
Finally it will drink heavily on sloth,
We cannot open our eyes because our switch turned off.
Our empty shell is now his own,
Theres nothing to do and we should have known.
That this demon feeds on our sins,
Every bad thought that we ignore to cleanse.
Every fear in our hearts,the darkness in our soul,
That bright light will vanish,
And the demon will take us whole.

© Julia Donald 2009