Everyone has their demons
Tall, short, fat or thin
Dark or light, no matter,
But they certainly have no good within

There are many like this beast
but this horned monster is mine
Terror of the Night, they call him,
The dqmned son undivine

Four arms, five horns uneven
Yellowed eyes wicked with fire
Mask grinning, no, now it's sobbing?
His permanent smirk is enflamed by ire

Sleep drifts away unslumbered
Eyes shut, desperate not to find
A creature staring at me from the corner
Hungry & waiting to enter my mind

If you ever see this beast
Who plagues me with doubts & thoughts so vile
Do me a favor, would ya?
Kick him right in that fanged smile!!