A Daemon In My Heart Poem by Justin Reamer

Dark and sordid,
A being lives in my heart,
Tearing the atrium and the ventricle,
Eating the tissue,
Slowly devouring every piece
Until I die of cardiac arrest.

My mind, focused, does its best,
But then the memories resurface,
And the daemon has control over me.
It eats my flesh,
Flaunts my desire,
Kills everything within me,
Giving me pain,
Excruciating pain,
As I cope with the reality
I have repressed for so long.

Nothing can stop it;
It found my demise.
The pain consumes me;
I weep as the memories
Come winding back,
Polluting my mind with
Sordid, torturous memories
As I slowly die from within.