"Demon (poem)" by Frances Sylverwolffe Gibbs

At night he comes to visit me

On wings of welded steel,

He sits beside me while I sleep

And asks me how I feel.

His voice – It echoes through my mind

And thunders through my soul,

His spirit comes to heal my wounds,

And close the gaping hole.

He speaks to me with soothing words

When doubt would fill my mind,

And tells me now to use with strength

Whatever I can find.

He gives me strength when I am weak,

And tells me "Don’t give in,

For I may need you yet" he says,

And soothes the loss within.

This love that now surrounds my heart

I swear shall be my bane,

A never-ending constant hurt

That comforts me again.

When I refuse to let him in,

I feel his anger swell;

He threatens, then he pleads with me,

And tells me all is well,

He shows me all the sorrow,

Were he not within my heart,

The things he says – they sadden me,

And tear my soul apart.

He shows me all the loneliness

That would be mine, if I

Refuse to let him comfort me –

It makes me start to cry.

So then my soul, it weakens

And he surges in once more,

And punishes me for being

A disobedient little whore.

But soon he will forgive me,

And he’ll love me once again,

He’ll fill me with such fierceness

Of sorrow, love and pain.

He tells me that he loves me

And that I am his own,

As long as I belong to him,

I’ll never be alone.

And though I feel so insecure,

He’ll always take control –

I think I’ve fallen in love with him,

This demon in my soul…