Deamon Seed Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

And when i Dream, I can feel you, come and take over me, take my insides and turn then im lust, as if looking at my own relection, drownding in confusion, fighting to survive as he changes, morphs into something i have never seen, I can see inside, don't deny what you fear, I am slowly changing, into the demon that is fear, that comes to torment, take my origionality and turns it sour, like a lemon on a fresh tat, because all of your lies completely engulf me, making a false witness, to the happiness you once gave me! Im gonna submit this to some contest. What you think?