My Own

An odd poem that I came up with a while back. No real moral to it or anything. R&R

My Own

A demon lurks within my dreams
An angel with rotted wings
It haunts my every breath and thought
Preying on the things forgot
Its crimson eyes do bleed despair
Upon the night that lingers there
My flesh, it pales with fear unwound
As lies and troubles soon are found
And through the dark, a light impales
The demon as it screams and wails
My soul is saved by that blinding shine
For now the demon is mine, all mine.