The Bleeding Sword

The battle against your inner demons is constant and hard fought....

Bloody swords and broken knives
litter the path behind me
dying moans and unmoving eyes
haunt me inside my mind
half dead soldiers that defend my heart
begging for me to save them;
but their pleas are hollow and meaningless
against the larger demon that holds me in its teeth.
White hot anger
blinding rage
it's all the same thing -
an arsenal's worth of unspoken words
and emotions I forgot to feel
now they besiege my fortress
angry with injustice;
the side of me that no one sees
is warring to be free
to release the wraiths that scream in my soul
dripping acid daggers
breeding cruelty faster than I can breathe.
A lifetime's worth of petty abuse
I thought I overcame
you have now become the victim
that cries beneath my grasp -
plead and beg, I can't hear
it's all to no avail
nothing, no one, can set you free
forever my demon
eternally hated by me.