I can feel the anger rising.
I can hear the Demon screaming to be released.
She fights the bonds that hold her.
We war for control.
The Pacifist and the Demon,
Both parts of me.
The Demon has won this battle,
She wants revenge.
The Pacifist in me cringes at the thought of what her other half will do.
The Demon delights in the pain she causes.
Another battle lost,
Another battle won,
I'm the winner no matter what.
I'm the loser in everything.
Poetry » General Rated: K, English, Words: 108, Published: 3/21/2002